80 on 80 Songtext
von Doomtree

Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt
Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest Super live I sorta death-defy
Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes
Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood
We don′t mind a murder if we bored as fuck, bring a flood
I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it Guzzle up it's 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise
Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose
Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times
Except sleepin, but who gets much a that even
I′m backseatin a nap, then I'm backflippin to Cleveland or wherever
Prolly, anywhere the map show
If they got the tab I can toss the ole lasso and catch hell and heaven's always in the rearview
I only ever stay for a second
There′s always shit to do
(Sims)
My recent bio reads I′ve been split into a thousand pieces with a length of twine and a working thesis
Still waiting on my come to Jesus moment
In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha
Door unlocked, looking at these paintings
This La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country thinking about death, God, love, and nothing


Cicadas humming
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Not stopping for nothing
I slash I burn, dead weight behind bumper
Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer
Dust kick through vents
Rust hang off Ford
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Red lights all ignored
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Out here time slows
Full tank, ready to go
Lose an hour, gain it back and roll
Only lines I stay in dot the road
(Dessa)
Living out of my left pocket
Out-of-state plates
Gotta take my notches with me
Rented room, the bedpost stays
Out here it's all Bruno Mars and zero bars
So who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour tonight it′s my town
Go tell your dogs to lie down
I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count
I'm a train outta track
I′ma take, I'm attack
Gotta make way or make waves / get in or get back
(Mike)
So outta bounds, outer space
Gotta make good what we started
Deploy, shove off to troubled waters
By the board or off the shore, bring only what′s for barter Time slows, back home is by the minutes
Back home is always forward, they don't need you in it
It's wide roads, slim seconds at the finish
Before you know it, the game is winning
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(Cecil)
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up
I′ve been so ashamed of my love
And the moment you feel it you say what, so what