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Uh, ay
Solo on a stretch tryna catch a check, patch a debt
Four more in the set, windows plus the vent, so Midwest
Super live I sort of death-defy
Daily babies occupy that space between them ears and eyes
Flavor country oozing out my dark and stormy lung, iron blood
We don't mind a murder if we bored as f*ck, bring a flood
I got scuba stuff, I got mukluks, buckle up and shut it
Guzzle up it's 40 bucks a tank, 80 on the cruise

Wavy on the move, duck 5, crazies on the loose
Hazy on the clues, eyes wide at all times
Except sleeping, but who gets much a that even
I'm backseating a nap, then I'm backflipping to Cleveland or wherever
Probably, anywhere the map show
If they got the tab I can toss the ole' lasso and catch hell
And heaven's always in the rearview
I only ever stay for a second
There's always shit to do

My recent bio reads I've been split into a thousand pieces
With a length of twine and a working thesis
Still waiting on my come to Jesus moment
In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha
Door unlocked, looking at these paintings
Man, this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country
Thinking about death, God, love, and nothing
Cicadas humming

Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Not stopping for nothing
I slash, I burn, dead weight behind bumper
Outrun headlight, heart pound like drummer
Dust kick through vent
Rust hang off Ford
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Red lights all ignored

Out here time slows
Full tank, ready to go
Lose an hour, gain it back and roll
Only lines I stay in dot the road

Living out of my left pocket
Out-of-state plates
Gotta take my notches with me
Rented room, the bedpost stays
Out here it's all Bruno Mars and zero bars
So who I gotta talk to to get a little bar food after hours
Been working hard all night, we grind it fine as flour
Tonight it's my town
Go tell your dogs to lie down
I came a long way, came the long way, and I aim to make that whole way count
I'm a train outta track
I'ma take, I'm attack
Gotta make way or make waves
Get in or get back

So outta bounds, outer space
Gotta make good what we started
Deploy, shove off to troubled waters
By the board or off the shore, bring only what's for barter
Time slows, back home is by the minutes
Back home is always forward, they don't need you in it
It's wide roads, slim seconds at the finish
Before you know it, the game is winning

Out here time slows
Full tank, ready to go
Lose an hour, gain it back and roll
Only lines I stay in dot the road

Dust kick through vent
Rust hang off Ford
Cigarettes and lightning bugs
Red lights all ignored

[Verse 5: Cecil Otter]
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up
I've been so ashamed of my love
And the moment you feel it you say what, so what
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up
I've been so ashamed of my love
And the moment you feel it you say what, so what
Say what, as I pick you the flowers and show up
I've been so ashamed of my love
And the moment you feel it you say what, so what
Say
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A track about touring. "80 on 80" means going 80mph on the i80.
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Aaron Matthew Mader, Andrew William Sims, Dessa Margret Wander, John Rey Samels, Kyle Craig Smith, Michael Thomas Marquez, Stefon Leron Alexander

The duration of 80 on 80 is 4:32 minutes and seconds.