Drifting

And were sitting in the car with the cops in the rear
And Im thinking will they drag me
And were pushing on the high, got the bud in the BM
When we turn around were drifting now
(And I... yeah, I...)
And Im sitting at a bar and the bounce appears
And Im thinking that hes looking
Got a bottle in my bag, no ID in my jeans
But he just asks me how Im doing
(And I... yeah, I...)
We turn around and now were drifting
We turn around and now were drifting
We turn around and now were drifting

In the city, in the dark, in the park, in the fear
And Im wishing for another
And theres something in sky, feel the sun, can you see it?
I dont know why Im undercover
(And I... yeah, I...)
And Im looking down the road, smokin tunes through the speakers
I think my neighbours have been listening
Aint no banging on the door or complaints through the screams
I think that they just left me sippin
(And I... yeah, I...)
We turn around and now were drifting
We turn around and now were drifting
We turn around and now were drifting