Dominic Rodio - No Moves? Lyrics

On the east side
Down the backroads
We'll be blowing all the smoke out the windows
When we take off
Pick the pace up
And we pull up on the block with the bass up now
Empty bottles in the pocket of your back side door
You said your dad would kill you if he ever found one more
So we drive on
No direction
Understood that these times were the best ones
In the deep woods
When the cops come
Run or hide but you gotta pick the right one now
Empty handed all good problems but when does fate fall after me
Dawning men through blaring volume it sounds just like young memories
We found the one thing that helps to inspire
But when the headlights come through I throw it all in the fire
When the sun comes
And it's over
Don't try to sleep you just wonder why you're sober
After last night
Needing closure
We're in the car and we're doing it over again
On the east side
Down the backroads
We'll be blowing all the smoke out the windows
When we take off
Pick the pace up
All the henny on your breath there's a trace of
So we drive on no direction (I'm not coming home I'm caught in the middle)
Understood that these times were the best ones
In the deep woods when the cops come (I'm not coming home I'm caught in the middle)
Run or hide but you gotta pick the right one now

On the east side
Down the backroads
We'll be blowing all the smoke out the windows
When we take off
Pick the pace up
And we pull up on the block with the bass up now
Empty bottles in the pocket of your back side door
You said your dad would kill you if he ever found one more
So we drive on
No direction
Understood that these times were the best ones
In the deep woods
When the cops come
Run or hide but you gotta pick the right one now
Empty handed all good problems but when does fate fall after me
Dawning men through blaring volume it sounds just like young memories
We found the one thing that helps to inspire
But when the headlights come through I throw it all in the fire
When the sun comes
And it's over
Don't try to sleep you just wonder why you're sober
After last night
Needing closure
We're in the car and we're doing it over again
On the east side
Down the backroads
We'll be blowing all the smoke out the windows
When we take off
Pick the pace up
All the henny on your breath there's a trace of
So we drive on no direction (I'm not coming home I'm caught in the middle)
Understood that these times were the best ones
In the deep woods when the cops come (I'm not coming home I'm caught in the middle)
Run or hide but you gotta pick the right one now