Fire on the freeway Lighting up the sky like propane I get it in with no shame I want the money don't want fame I kiss him with my eyes open only halfway Stayed up for the moon, only saw the doorway We're about to foray Third eye open always I'll never be a mother but he calls me mama I'll never say a thing but I got a thing for him Run away to Monterey Storm the sea This is how the moon looked from Pangaea He towers over me I will climb him like a tree He tries to keep me safe but Hollywood ain't playing games This city's gonna hurt me Cutthroat bitches wanna cut me Cut 'em right back Baby I'm gonna be okay Don't worry, I give 'em no leeway I cut 'em right back Night driving through Pangaea Ancient sky how good to see you LA nights have no stars So we catch 'em in the desert when we're laying on the roof of my car