Towed Inna Rest Stop

Laid-back roots reggae groove, warm skank guitar on the offbeats, round bass carrying a rolling one-drop, Male vocals with call-and-response group shouts in the chorus; organ bubbles and rimshots add bounce, Mid-tempo, sunny but sarcastic, leaving space for playful ad-libs and a short dub-style breakdown, reggae

[Verse 1] Pulled off the highway Eyes heavy I was done Thought I’d catch a little nap Under that big red and yellow sun Sign say “Welcome driver” Smiled like a long-lost friend But the fine print hiding Where the kindness end [Chorus] Pilot got the worst vibe Worst vibe Park your ride They circle like a hawk in the sky Pilot got the worst vibe Worst vibe (hey!) Close your eyes Next thing See your car rolling bye They say “rest up You belong here” Till the tow truck come appear Pilot got the worst vibe Worst vibe Take your money Then they take your drive [Verse 2] Lines painted crooked Trucks jammed Nowhere to slide Manager pointing fingers “Wrong spot Wrong side” Saw a hook in my mirror Blinking lights in the dark All I wanted was an hour Now I’m paying just to leave the lot [Chorus] [Bridge] Hear them call it “travel center” But you can’t ever stay Plenty room for the stickers Not a space you can safely lay [low vocal register] If you’re tired on that long road Better keep on rolling through ’Cause the only thing they saving Is a parking space to tow you [Chorus]

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