Late night, driving us home
Rust bucket, passing the Bentleys
Headlights, future unknown
Gas tank, running on empty I-5, side of that road
Hitchhike, to gas you could lend me
Streetlight, late night glow

Be my ride or die

It hurts so good but I don’t mind
It ain’t gold just because it shines
Prove me wrong, and you prove me right

First trip to London way back
Save cash sleep on the floor and
We’re kicked out the station we’re at
Just laughing, 3 in the morning

Hard pressed, there ain’t no rest
For stories like ours
The scars in my chest
You know me better than I know myself
I know you’ll be my ride or die
On my side, back to day one
Ride or die, back to day one