Parking Lot

I better put a seatbelt on
Ridin’ through the Starbucks and you’re hittin’ up my phone
Mixin’ up the pinks and the blues
You know I get restless when there’s nothin’ to do, yeah

(Wait) Did we take a wrong turn?
Pump the breaks I can smell the rubber burn

We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
Windows up and the doors locked
He’s playin’ duel and his gun’s cocked
Hope we don’t get caught
We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
It’s my favorite spot
Yeah it’s gettin’ hot
Time to show me what you got
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it

Now I’m lost in time
Red and green lights keep spinnin’ in my mind and
Then I got so high
Zero to one-hundred I can’t read the signs now
No destination tonight
Street lights flicker like a strobe light
Mixing vodka in my Sprite
Foot on the peddle better hold tight

We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
Windows up and the doors locked
He’s playin’ duel and his gun’s cocked
Hope we don’t get caught
We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
We’re fuckin’ in the parkin’ lot
It’s my favorite spot
Yeah it’s gettin’ hot
Time to show me what you got
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it
Stop it
Park it
Light it
Then fuck it