Backseat Smoker

Backseat smoker
 Red eyes, chilled
 Backseat smoker
 Highway pimp
 Backseat smoker
 Scorched lungs, black
 Backseat smoker
 Life, with no regrets
 Lights form a line, smoke is my breath
 Relaxed to the max, still exhausted to death
 Look out the window
 Man, it feels like days
 Take another toke and tap that ash in the tray
 Windows down, cold air, lords of haze
 Lost in fucking time and space
 Fuck your shitty label
 Fuck what everyone says
 I just want the whole world
 To kiss my ass
 Tired of your bullshit
 And your liveset sucks
 Traded rock'n'roll for looks and fancy stuff
 Backseat smoker
 Kiss my ass
 Backseat smoker
 Fuck what everyone says
 Backseat smoker
 Kiss my ass
 Cvlt fam
 Fuck your
 Crew damn