I’m high on ya asphalt, doin’ 95
Lick the windscreen, taste what we hid last night
Backseat baptised, sweat steam on the glass
You shift into me, no brakes, full-throttle past
Jesus on the dash, but he’s twerkin’ to the static
I pray with every swerve, this love is cinematic
Skid marks on my heart, smoke curls in the moon
If we crash right now, at least we peaked too soon