Ridin' towards a good day

Engines screamin' , brothers in a tight, fast pack.

John Miller in the mirrors filling in the back

Every kind of weather the sky has to throw..

Rain stinging like bees

Snow and sleet on the ground, still hittin' those turns,

Road reaching for your knees

Straight flat runs

Testing your needle, looking down and seeing 120.

Then mountains with curves dripping down like honey

You keep ridin' to calm your blackened soul,

that's what you fucking need,

Or so it fucking seems

Lighting fires all the way,

Burning through your dreams

Then Moses rolls in with all his boys,

Ridin' hard with their organized, thunderin' toys

Now you have 30

Ridin' hard

Ridin' dirty

No destination in mind you lean back and enjoy the ride,

Moses out front

John still in the back,

Westside tommy by your side

We're livin' on the edge to keep ourselves centered.

Thinking back to when this fucking life we entered.

You keep ridin' to calm your blackened soul,

that's what you fucking need,

Or so it fucking seems

Lighting fires all the way,

Burning through your dreams

We've pushed on through

The weather changed, and the sky's turned from black to blue.

All the slush melting away

Everyone thinking..

It's gonna be a good day!