I’m just a Florida man, with a bag full of weed and a case of the munchies,
I’m going steal this lane and fly out west
To see the girl I love, in sunny California
I know it’s risky, but she’s the bes
Chorus:
I’m on the run, down these county roads
Trying to find my way to California,
I don’t care what’s right or wrong
I’ve got to see her and share a bong.
That’s not bad! Please give me co-writing credit when you hit Nashville. That would only be fair.