you looking at a hit-and-run motorist
no, i'm not heartless my motive is born from
driving as a soloist through cities where
the cobras is the loneliest

which makes you paranoid and so afraid to pull over
when there's soldiers in the streets
making beats on the skulls of the drivers
of the smoldering wreckage

man , we must've dropped moral compasses
nope, i didn't come for this

v1
it was dark he was running in the intersection
i wasn't drunk but, i was slumped
it had been a second


dropped my phone in between the seat
you seen me reach
looked up and seen a human body reach the peak

in his eyes, the glimmer of life signs didn't reflect
strings once connected to the soul been stripped and left
dangling

it's dangerous wherever streets intersect

v2
see me
posted downing potions at the hosted event
I'm rollercoastin' on the sofa trying to hold in my liq

overdosed, lost focus and dipped in snow drifiting
lost control of the grip n mostly totaled the whip

I awoke slow feeling like a locomotive had hit
broken a rib and opened my lip, these selfish
motorists keep

rollin' by the ditch, where the Taurus
had flipped
thought I heard God's whispers and unfolded my fists

and made a motion to split, can't die yet
I got another bonus to get

my throat singed, skin toasted a bit, airbag exploded and ripped
in the smoke I'm convinced I saw the writing on the wall

hadn't decoded the script,
see Patron and the Cola don't mix
ain't notice it but it's my onus to get, later on

I found out the moment I split some knuckleheads unloaded some clips
life's a cobra so we supposed to get bit