Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A pop star but he gone wrong
From tom-toms to hittin' on them tall blondes
It's blah-blah nonstop, nonstop
But if she got them buns, then I give her raw dogs
Pops used to tell me how he used to have the same dreams
He said people at the top have to do the same things as the people at the bottom
That's why they got the same problems with the commas
No Rhonda, my kicks harder
I leave ya stunna
My guns muscle, my bags duffle
I don't need ya drama
I cop 'coptas to ride around ya
I kick congos and hit bongos that will leave ya nauseous
Uh
My chica gorgeous, she don't need this taurus
My stars align up all the time, don't need religious order
I pour the four until she loko like she cross the border
I thought I told ya my two cents is worth at least a quarter
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A lil liquor, but it's light
A lil drive through the night
A few trips I'll be alright
20/20 hindsight
You need to chill, need to relax
You making stress, I'll make some tracks
You put that weight up on your back, but I could never trip on cracks
I gotta make it big is what I used to tell myself
But then I figured that it wouldn't turn into wealth
I used to wanna be a star, now I'm all stealth
I'll drink a lil more wine, heard it's good for my health
I could stop the track and bring it back it's just what I do
I'll turn my mistakes right around into soul food
I could write a whole book about how I groove
Make my rights into lefts I see right though
Headlights through the mirror leave 'em all behind
They look up to everything until they go blind
Let 'em watch our tail lights until they out of time
I'm just staying in my lane they said I'm out of line
I told momma don't worry
I got this shit in the bag
And why you all in a hurry?
Is the reaper coming back?
He can't take me down
He can't take me now
He won't make a sound
I'm Peter Parker in the black
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
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Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A pop star but he gone wrong
From tom-toms to hittin' on them tall blondes
It's blah-blah nonstop, nonstop
But if she got them buns, then I give her raw dogs
Pops used to tell me how he used to have the same dreams
He said people at the top have to do the same things as the people at the bottom
That's why they got the same problems with the commas
No Rhonda, my kicks harder
I leave ya stunna
My guns muscle, my bags duffle
I don't need ya drama
I cop 'coptas to ride around ya
I kick congos and hit bongos that will leave ya nauseous
Uh
My chica gorgeous, she don't need this taurus
My stars align up all the time, don't need religious order
I pour the four until she loko like she cross the border
I thought I told ya my two cents is worth at least a quarter
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A lil liquor, but it's light
A lil drive through the night
A few trips I'll be alright
20/20 hindsight
You need to chill, need to relax
You making stress, I'll make some tracks
You put that weight up on your back, but I could never trip on cracks
I gotta make it big is what I used to tell myself
But then I figured that it wouldn't turn into wealth
I used to wanna be a star, now I'm all stealth
I'll drink a lil more wine, heard it's good for my health
I could stop the track and bring it back it's just what I do
I'll turn my mistakes right around into soul food
I could write a whole book about how I groove
Make my rights into lefts I see right though
Headlights through the mirror leave 'em all behind
They look up to everything until they go blind
Let 'em watch our tail lights until they out of time
I'm just staying in my lane they said I'm out of line
I told momma don't worry
I got this shit in the bag
And why you all in a hurry?
Is the reaper coming back?
He can't take me down
He can't take me now
He won't make a sound
I'm Peter Parker in the black
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A pop star but he gone wrong
From tom-toms to hittin' on them tall blondes
It's blah-blah nonstop, nonstop
But if she got them buns, then I give her raw dogs
Pops used to tell me how he used to have the same dreams
He said people at the top have to do the same things as the people at the bottom
That's why they got the same problems with the commas
No Rhonda, my kicks harder
I leave ya stunna
My guns muscle, my bags duffle
I don't need ya drama
I cop 'coptas to ride around ya
I kick congos and hit bongos that will leave ya nauseous
Uh
My chica gorgeous, she don't need this taurus
My stars align up all the time, don't need religious order
I pour the four until she loko like she cross the border
I thought I told ya my two cents is worth at least a quarter
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
A lil liquor, but it's light
A lil drive through the night
A few trips I'll be alright
20/20 hindsight
You need to chill, need to relax
You making stress, I'll make some tracks
You put that weight up on your back, but I could never trip on cracks
I gotta make it big is what I used to tell myself
But then I figured that it wouldn't turn into wealth
I used to wanna be a star, now I'm all stealth
I'll drink a lil more wine, heard it's good for my health
I could stop the track and bring it back it's just what I do
I'll turn my mistakes right around into soul food
I could write a whole book about how I groove
Make my rights into lefts I see right though
Headlights through the mirror leave 'em all behind
They look up to everything until they go blind
Let 'em watch our tail lights until they out of time
I'm just staying in my lane they said I'm out of line
I told momma don't worry
I got this shit in the bag
And why you all in a hurry?
Is the reaper coming back?
He can't take me down
He can't take me now
He won't make a sound
I'm Peter Parker in the black
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Headlights, running through the night
Wanna turn left, I can't seem to do right
Let's go down 'til we got no fight
Writer: Tanner Agpoon
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid