No Permission

[Hook]
[Shouted street cadence, locked to the 128 BPM beat]
I don't ask for no permission — I just roll on right through,
Ain't a single soul alive that's gonna tell me what to do!
So just raise up your glass if this trashy life fits you,
Yeah, the road runs wild... and you know I do too!

[Verse 2]
[Rhythmic double-time rap, punchy, aggressive tone]
No heavy chains, no golden ties, (none)
Just some empty open roads under pitch-black midnight skies.
Go on and leave my empty glass sitting right on the brass,
You know that cheap little buzz was actually built to last.
Now I'm crossing over the cracked motel parking lot, (let's go)
Where tonight's quick little love waits and asks me absolutely not. (pff, please)
And when the gray dawn comes breaking, man, I'm already gone,
She can keep the cold night... while I just keep on moving on.

[Bridge]
[Sarcastic deadpan delivery, beat-locked]
No dramatic hard feelings... and no teary goodbyes...
Just another basic, boring, fuckin' sunrise. (shocking, I know)
Got that chrome and the diesel, got the smoke and the steel,
Some of these stupid things fade, some of 'em actually heal.
So just raise up that glass, yeah, watch the sparkies fly,
We're all living way too fast to sit and wonder why.

[Final Hook]
[Explosive, high energy, punchy rap delivery]
I don't ask for no permission — I just roll on right through,
Ain't a single soul alive that's gonna tell me what to do!
So raise up your glass if that freedom still calls,
You better stand up real tall... and don't you ever crawl.

[Outro]
[Spoken word, dry chuckle, fading out]
See, this ain't quite heaven...
And this sure ain't hell...
It's just a long, boring road...
And I know the damn thing way too well. (peace out)

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[Verse 1] [Spoken-word rap, deadpan sarcastic delivery, fast-talk] (Yeah, uh-huh) Go 'n pour that cheap-ass whiskey, better fill up my glass, (fill it up) Ain't no deep-seated reason, just a taste that'll fuckin' last. See, I don't drink to drown no sentimental old-school pain, I just drink because I kinda like to feel that chemical burn again. (yeah, right) No tragic sad-boy story, no pathetic disguise, Just a little spark of pure sarcasm burning right behind my eyes. Give me one more round now, go 'n turn it up loud, 'Cause this dusty-ass dive bar still draws a miserable crowd. [Hook] [Shouted street cadence, locked to the 128 BPM beat] I don't ask for no permission — I just roll on right through, Ain't a single soul alive that's gonna tell me what to do! So just raise up your glass if this trashy life fits you, Yeah, the road runs wild... and you know I do too! [Verse 2] [Rhythmic double-time rap, punchy, aggressive tone] No heavy chains, no golden ties, (none) Just some empty open roads under pitch-black midnight skies. Go on and leave my empty glass sitting right on the brass, You know that cheap little buzz was actually built to last. Now I'm crossing over the cracked motel parking lot, (let's go) Where tonight's quick little love waits and asks me absolutely not. (pff, please) And when the gray dawn comes breaking, man, I'm already gone, She can keep the cold night... while I just keep on moving on. [Bridge] [Sarcastic deadpan delivery, beat-locked] No dramatic hard feelings... and no teary goodbyes... Just another basic, boring, fuckin' sunrise. (shocking, I know) Got that chrome and the diesel, got the smoke and the steel, Some of these stupid things fade, some of 'em actually heal. So just raise up that glass, yeah, watch the sparkies fly, We're all living way too fast to sit and wonder why. [Final Hook] [Explosive, high energy, punchy rap delivery] I don't ask for no permission — I just roll on right through, Ain't a single soul alive that's gonna tell me what to do! So raise up your glass if that freedom still calls, You better stand up real tall... and don't you ever crawl. [Outro] [Spoken word, dry chuckle, fading out] See, this ain't quite heaven... And this sure ain't hell... It's just a long, boring road... And I know the damn thing way too well. (peace out)

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