"Cross"
Can’t see straight, which is not a good trait
My eyes sometimes speak for me which is great
Until I took the bait and ate late
I regret that day, maybe you can relate
Screeching tires, blinding lights
Loud attire, violent fights
And you expect me to not
Act annoyed when you taunt
And abate my every action
Respect might be what I’m lackin’
But I’m sure what you thought
And what I did didn’t cross
You may say I’m unreasonable – yeah, I am
You may say I’m too irritable to be drivin’
But how can you take the wheel
When I’m explainin’ how I feel?
What a mistake, I hit the breaks
On a highway takin’ a right turn
Into dead-on traffic, and I’m laughin’
You were dead scared as we spun
You feel behind on your radar gun
I raced to the sign guessing the time
Leaving no trace or mark in or on the line
Crazy how locks work
And how lies excite jerks
Promoting the rise of violence
And your eyes eat it up with no sense
