Drifting

And we're sitting in the car with the cops in the rear

And I'm thinking will they drag me

And we're pushing on the high got the bud in the BM

When we turn around we're drifting now

And I'm sitting at a bar and the bouncer appears

And I'm thinking that he's looking

Got a bottle in my bag no ID in my jeans

But he just asks me how I'm doing

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

In the city in the dark in the park in the fear

And I'm wishing for another

But there something in sky, feel the Sun, can you see it

I don't know why I'm undercover

And I'm looking down the road smoking tunes through the speakers

I think my neighbors have been listening

Ain't no banging on the door or complaints through the screams

I think that they just left me sippin'

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting

We turn around and now we're drifting