appetite late at night at a red light on Lauder about to make a right my hustle with endless appetite up and down on that 59 my sit reclined I'm designed not to fall behind different level with a different mode a lonely vessel with a cryptic code dance with the devil when i hit the road foot on the petal my vision slowed paper chase take a pace before they take you're place gone with out a Trace its an impact on your scenery somethimes it won't let you be lyricely welcome to my history my point of view i give to you