Yeah, yeah, you know the drill
Out on the road, shit's getting real
Let's get it!
Whippin' down the highway, truckers playin' slow mo
Two rigs side by side, like a damn shit show
Could be playin' cards, passin' time real slow
While I'm stuck behind, can't go, oh no!
Electric scooter pricks, flyin' like they own the road
Jumpin' in front, like they got no damn code
They're like deer in the night, poppin' outta nowhere
One second they're gone, next they're right f*ckin' there
In the rearview, they're just a little toad
They're rollin', I'm cussin', in overload
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
BMW prick, right up in my ass
Tailgatin' hard, like he's chasin' gas
But I know the deal, he's in a rush for the can
Hope he makes it there, before he shits his pants
Diesel fumes blastin' like a toxic f*ckin' wave
Even HEPA's chokin', in this goddamn haze
Black smoke risin', like it's comin' from the grave
But they keep rollin' coal, like they don't give a damn
Weekend warriors, they only hit the street
When the sky's pourin' down, and they can't take the heat
Rain's comin' down, they're drivin' like it's snow
Got the wipers on high, but they're movin' slow
And what about that fool, waitin' to pull out
Sittin' there starin', with a head full of doubt
I'm comin' up fast, but he's still on the fence
Then he jerks out in front, leavin' me tense
VIPs of the road, they claim the fast lane
Got the blinker on left, but no speed to gain
Cruisin' like kings, with no rush in sight
While I'm stuck behind, feelin' the road rage bite
They're rollin' slow, like they own the whole track
Think they're untouchable, but it's patience I lack
Got the pedal to the floor, but there's nowhere to go
These slow-mo heroes got me screamin' "hell no!"
Yeah, they think they're slick, sittin' there in style
But I'm fumin' back here, mile after mile
Need to hit the gas, or get outta the way
But they're cruisin' like it's Sunday, every damn day
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
The Facties - Road Rage Symphony Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, you know the drill
Out on the road, shit's getting real
Let's get it!
Whippin' down the highway, truckers playin' slow mo
Two rigs side by side, like a damn shit show
Could be playin' cards, passin' time real slow
While I'm stuck behind, can't go, oh no!
Electric scooter pricks, flyin' like they own the road
Jumpin' in front, like they got no damn code
They're like deer in the night, poppin' outta nowhere
One second they're gone, next they're right f*ckin' there
In the rearview, they're just a little toad
They're rollin', I'm cussin', in overload
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
BMW prick, right up in my ass
Tailgatin' hard, like he's chasin' gas
But I know the deal, he's in a rush for the can
Hope he makes it there, before he shits his pants
Diesel fumes blastin' like a toxic f*ckin' wave
Even HEPA's chokin', in this goddamn haze
Black smoke risin', like it's comin' from the grave
But they keep rollin' coal, like they don't give a damn
Weekend warriors, they only hit the street
When the sky's pourin' down, and they can't take the heat
Rain's comin' down, they're drivin' like it's snow
Got the wipers on high, but they're movin' slow
And what about that fool, waitin' to pull out
Sittin' there starin', with a head full of doubt
I'm comin' up fast, but he's still on the fence
Then he jerks out in front, leavin' me tense
VIPs of the road, they claim the fast lane
Got the blinker on left, but no speed to gain
Cruisin' like kings, with no rush in sight
While I'm stuck behind, feelin' the road rage bite
They're rollin' slow, like they own the whole track
Think they're untouchable, but it's patience I lack
Got the pedal to the floor, but there's nowhere to go
These slow-mo heroes got me screamin' "hell no!"
Yeah, they think they're slick, sittin' there in style
But I'm fumin' back here, mile after mile
Need to hit the gas, or get outta the way
But they're cruisin' like it's Sunday, every damn day
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
Out on the road, shit's getting real
Let's get it!
Whippin' down the highway, truckers playin' slow mo
Two rigs side by side, like a damn shit show
Could be playin' cards, passin' time real slow
While I'm stuck behind, can't go, oh no!
Electric scooter pricks, flyin' like they own the road
Jumpin' in front, like they got no damn code
They're like deer in the night, poppin' outta nowhere
One second they're gone, next they're right f*ckin' there
In the rearview, they're just a little toad
They're rollin', I'm cussin', in overload
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
BMW prick, right up in my ass
Tailgatin' hard, like he's chasin' gas
But I know the deal, he's in a rush for the can
Hope he makes it there, before he shits his pants
Diesel fumes blastin' like a toxic f*ckin' wave
Even HEPA's chokin', in this goddamn haze
Black smoke risin', like it's comin' from the grave
But they keep rollin' coal, like they don't give a damn
Weekend warriors, they only hit the street
When the sky's pourin' down, and they can't take the heat
Rain's comin' down, they're drivin' like it's snow
Got the wipers on high, but they're movin' slow
And what about that fool, waitin' to pull out
Sittin' there starin', with a head full of doubt
I'm comin' up fast, but he's still on the fence
Then he jerks out in front, leavin' me tense
VIPs of the road, they claim the fast lane
Got the blinker on left, but no speed to gain
Cruisin' like kings, with no rush in sight
While I'm stuck behind, feelin' the road rage bite
They're rollin' slow, like they own the whole track
Think they're untouchable, but it's patience I lack
Got the pedal to the floor, but there's nowhere to go
These slow-mo heroes got me screamin' "hell no!"
Yeah, they think they're slick, sittin' there in style
But I'm fumin' back here, mile after mile
Need to hit the gas, or get outta the way
But they're cruisin' like it's Sunday, every damn day
Life on the road, man, it's all so whack
From the scooters to the trucker stack
But I'm still cruisin', ain't lookin' back
Writer: Erik Toth
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