Right Of Way

Lyrics

[Chorus: Count Bounce] 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 gone' 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 (Ay, gimme the keys, let's go! We're late!) The right of way (Yeah) [Verse 1: Count Bounce] Yeah You can feel it when we're steering the vessel And moving down the street foot flat to the pedal And we making tracks like old desert Bedouins Swagman adventuring, back on the road again Crack the bitumen, haters we gear shifting them Lovers we give em rhythm to blast out their system with You ain't feeling 'em? Cool, we still delivering Brilliant chassis shimmering, grinning, the wheels spinning '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 clicking while you rock with us [Chorus: Count Bounce, Joelistics] 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 gone' 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 (Any which way but [?]) The right of way (Yeah) [Verse 2: Joelistics] 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 Come on [Chorus: Count Bounce] 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) [Outro: Count Bounce] The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way The right of way (Yeah) The right of way