Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro]
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'till we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shooting stars in the LA sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's going good