I hit hard, you know you never think you’re going to
Until the people stop, good Samaritans I’m writing to you
And he’s the only one that would think to tell it that way
And I appreciate it, even though I never say that I do

It hit hard, I’m so sick of never eating the food
At lunchtime, when I’m in my tan & blue
Yeah, he’s the only one that would think to tell it that way
He’s got some flat tires, so we’re running just a little late

I can take the freeways down
If I didn't wanna make October
I could stay inside my house
But I never like the streets swept

I can’t wait to get out of the house
And I can’t thank you, I can’t thank you enough

I could take the freeways down
If I didn't wanna make October
Or I could stay inside my house
But I never like the streets swept

Yeah, I could take the freeways down
If I didn't wanna make October
Or I could stay inside my house
But I never like the streets swept [Incomprehensible]

Yeah, he’s the only one that would think to tell it that way
He's got the same blood, we got the same blood