Hey man you know
I'm really okay
The gun in my hand
will tell you the same
But when I'm in my car
don't give me no crap
'Cause the slightest thing
and I just might snap
Oh
When I go driving
I stay in my lane
But getting cut off
it makes me insane
I open the glove box
reach inside
I'm gonna wreck
this fucker's ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
I got a bad habit
And it ain't goin' away
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ooh
Woah
They say the road's
a dangerous place
If you flip me off
I'll get in your face
If you drive on my ass
your foot's on the gas
And your next breath
is your last
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
I got a bad habit
And it ain't goin' away
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ooh
Drivers are rude
Such attitudes
But when I show my piece
Complaints cease
Something's odd
I feel like I'm God
You stupid dumbshit
goddamn motherfucker
Ooh
I open the glove box
Reach inside
I'm gonna wreck
this fucker's ride
I guess I got a bad habit
Of blowin' away
I got a bad habit
And it ain't goin' away
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ooh