Radio up and the Windows down
I gotta full tank just riding around
I dont really care where im going
Roads we take aint always chosen
It aint been the same since ron died
Full tank of gas as i pass his graveside
I wonder would he proud,
Look at me say mr matherly and smile,
Or would he be pissed,
Wanna fight and wrestle to the ground, knowing him probably both
Got me screaming father time
Can we just go back when we used to rude around
When we used to crank the system up
Barely able to breathe
Or when we used to ride with big cat freezin in the backseat
Got me thinking of these memories
And how much u actually meant to me