Ritmo de la Pista Invertida

Lyrics

[INTRO] We were on the highway, the sun was low, Road trip vibes, but then the drama starts to grow. [VERSE 1] We hit a rest stop, the hunger hit the floor, He pulls a double quarter pounder, cheese galore. Lactose intolerance, he ignores the sign, Now I’m losing my cool, you know what that means. He’s sweating, his stomach’s churning, the air is thick, I’m yelling “What the fock?” but he’s just picking. “Stop before it hits,” I said, “we can wait,” But he’s stuck on the grill, he’s sealing his fate. [CHORUS] Oh, he’s about to piss me off so bad, I’m breathing in the chaos, feeling like a mad. If it was that bad, why not stop before? Now he’s shittin’ out his pants, I’m screaming at the roar. [VERSE 2] He’s running to the bathroom, the nightmare’s real, The walk of shame, I’m watching, no appeal. “Where’s that bag?” I ask, the tension’s rising, He’s got the gun, the belt, and the whole damn crisis. I see the panic, I see the fear, I’m screaming, “Shut the fock up, give me some cheer!” “Shit my pants?” he cries, his voice is raw, I’m pulling out the change of clothes, hoping to save the law. [CHORUS] Oh, he’s about to piss me off so bad, I’m breathing in the chaos, feeling like a mad. If it was that bad, why not stop before? Now he’s shittin’ out his pants, I’m screaming at the roar. [BRIDGE] We’re both stuck on this highway, in a story of rage, He’s got the bag, the gun, and the endless stage. I’ve seen the worst, the worst, the worst, I’m here to break the cycle, to break the curse. [HOOK] Double quarter pounder