Rest stop run

Driving down the road, three cups of coffee

Snacked on chips and jerky, ain’t feeling too bossy

Smoking with the window cracked, sun burning low

Counting every mile ‘til the next place to go

Oh I got to go, oh I got to go-o-o

Clenching that wheel, tapping my toe

Oh I got to go, like real bad, you know?

I ain’t tryna explode on this open road

Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady

Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady

Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line

Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign

I ran outta hours, had to pull on the side

A field so quiet, no place to hide

Stepped out to pee, stars up above

Then I saw the green—this ain’t corn, my love

There’s a pickup truck parked, with a mutt on patrol

Eyes like a sheriff, sniffin’ my soul

Didn’t crash, didn’t run, just zipped up slow

Back in my cab, like “you didn’t see that, bro…”

Oh I got to go, I’m not bein’ cute

This ain’t a metaphor—it’s the full-body truth

I’m prayin’ for porcelain, I’m pleading with fate

‘Cause I took that gas station burrito bait

Driving down the road, FaceTiming my lady

Hands-free, she’s talkin’ sweet and maybe a little shady

Got her on speed dial, and one eye on the line

Counting down the miles ’til that rest stop sign

I FaceTimed my lady, said, “Babe, I hit green gold”

She said, “Don’t you dare touch it—just get back on the road”

So I rolled my rig down, nice and slow

An hour later hit the truck stop… and damn—I had to go

Maybe I’m just chasin’ somethin’ I can’t name

A woman, a toilet, a dream all the same

High on caffeine, low on regret

Lost in Ohio—but I ain’t dead yet