Texaco

You know that i hate to see you cryin We dont even need to sever ties I am just a man with a wounded soul And i love to lose control Cause with the wind i feel heaven sent And when im alone i can see again And all i am is just what i am You will never understand Now im going with the flow And im never coming home Get some gas at texaco And im right back on the road Oh oh oh Im never coming home Im never coming home Im living on the road This that brand new freedom sound Cleaner air when im out of town I just got back my weekends Just got back my feelings yea Imma spark that joint drop that PRNDL Erase all the shit that ive been through Throw my phone catch that bottle Ill clean up the damage tomorrow Uh oh its demon time Uh oh no sleep tonight How did i get this high? (i could cut through the sky) Sometimes it rains it pours I guess just shut the door Nothing less Nothing more Now im going with the flow And im never coming home Get some gas at texaco Then im right back on the road Oh oh oh Im never coming home Im never coming home Im living on the road