Bad luck to talk on these rides Mind on the road Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float White Ferrari Had a good time 16: how was I supposed to know anything? I let you out at Central I didn't care to state the plain Kept my mouth closed We're both so familiar White Ferrari
Stick by me Close by me You will find You will find me Is this the slow body? Left when I forgot to speak So I text the speech, lesser speeds Texas speed, yes Base takes its toll on me Eventually, eventually, yes I only eventually, eventually, yes I care for you still and I will forever That was my part of the deal, honest We got so familiar Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari Good times In this life, life In this life, life
One too many years Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift Mind over matter is magic I do magic If you think about it it'll be over in no time the best life