Too many people wonder what goes on inside my mind
Is that because I don't say much they think I got a lot to hide?
The opinions ricochet across my point of view
I just put my blinkers on and do what I gotta do (come on)
Don't stop, change gears
Nobody gonna get in my way
Don't stop, check your rear
Know I got the right of way
The right of way. The right of way. (Yeah)
The right of way. The right of way. (Yeah)
Count Bounce verse 1
(Gimme the keys, let's go. We're late.) Yeah
You can feel it - when we're steering the vessel
And movin down the street foot flat to the pedal and
We makin tracks like old desert Bedouins swag man adventuring
Back on the road again.
Crack the bitumen, haters we gear shifting them
Lovers we give em rhythm to blast out they're system with
You ain't feelin em cool we still delivering
Brilliant chassis shimmerin grinnin the wheels spinnin em out.
In your Datto or your Kingswood or your Beamer'
Or your skateboard made of wood
There's no stress, there's no hurry
It's all about the road trip moon buggy
So put your luggage in the back my friends
We'll go round bends and shatter the tachometer
Cause hundreds of kilometers be clickin while you rock with us
Too many people wonder what goes on inside my mind
Is that because don't I say much they think I got a lot to hide
The opinions ricochet across my point of view
I just put my blinkers on and do what I gotta do
Don't stop, change gears
Nobody gonna get in my way
Don't stop, check your rear
Know I got the right of way
The right of way. The right of way. (Yeah)
The right of way. The right of way. (Yeah)
Joelistics verse 2
Well you can see it when we drive up the highways
Back on the beat like a week of Fridays
And you can tell it's a superior design
We transform your thoughts like Optimus Prime
And people wanna know what kind of fuel we drive with
How we get from A to B clockin up mileage
We move like a stylus no fear for rejection
What's the new sound, what's the new direction and
Is it outrageous to smile at strangers?
Do you have a concept for all of your changes?
The truth of the matter we don't drive with a map
We don't know where we're going
We only know where we're at
So we check for road signs, know when to go signs
Roads with no signs, we're out on a limb and we
Use our own minds, treat em like gold mines
So we got the right of way when we're doing our thing
C'mon.
Don't stop, change gears
Nobody gonna get in my way
Don't stop, check your rear
Know I got the right of way
The right of way. The right of way. (Yeah) (X12)