Coolin' With Costa Testo

Put our faces on silver coins.
Put them in your pocket so you can buy the world.

Shit drugs, shit clothes, shit car, shit smokes
is the price we pay for, shit sleep and shitty drives
and the thought of not coming home alive.
Does it really matter? Coming home feels good for about a week.
We be feeling better. Measured by the city limits.

It's time to know where (Time to know where)
When the kids all sing it back is all we really get.

We're driving out of this town with the shiniest crown.
Over our heads.

Twin brown. Haze strip life's running on low.
Smoke pouring out of the back bench window.
Long late night drives take over listening to the stereo.
We know we have our faiths and on
(and on and)
We don't know where we are but that's how we got this far.

We're driving out of this town with the shiniest crown.
Over our heads.
Aboard the challenge of the next adventure.
Ten days from our empty beds.

Our friends make up our scenery.
The best thing is between us and them. It's all we've got. It's all we want.
When we're broken down. Someone's there to save us when we're
(Broken down)
Our friends who we can always trust.
(Breaking down, we're breaking down)

We're driving out of this town with the shiniest crown.
Over our heads.
Aboard the challenge of the next adventure.
Ten days from our empty beds.

Put our faces on silver coins.
Put them in your pocket so you can buy the world.