[Verse 1] Four-fifty off the ramp, coffee gone slick in my hand Receipt on my thigh, brake lights snapping red through the jam Three lanes pinned up tight, nobody threading the gap A box truck folded up ahead, Freightliner and Peterbilt twisted hard in the scrap Tow-truck guy with a strobe light grin, cop at the glass with a pad Semi driver on a toothpick, in a Kenworth, looking mad A kid in back goes [kids voice]“why?” once, then sinks into his seat His mom locks both hands on the wheel of a Honda Accord, tapping out the beat [Chorus] Four-fifty off the ramp, everybody sits and swings Chrome keeps time, bass line snapping under the strings Cold coffee in my hand, motors idling rough Red lights pop, and the whole line starts to thump and cuff Click-clack, fender to fender, we ride the crawl Slap-bass jumping in the cab, loud enough for all The road won’t move, but the rhythm still hits Four-fifty off the ramp, it’s a dirty little riff [Verse 2] Hazard lights ticking on the shoulder, orange cones set crooked and thin A biker on the guardrail checks his screen, wipes sweat off his chin One lane inches past the wreck, chips and mirror shards in the pass Somebody’s dog in the backseat barks at every Ford, Chevy, and Ram that drags by fast The overpass hums overhead, a siren cuts, then drops I take one sip, it tastes like pennies, and watch the tow chain pop No one’s moving much, but everybody’s got a drum Tacomas, Altimas, vans, all lined up and thrum-thrum-thrum [Chorus] Four-fifty off the ramp, everybody sits and swings Chrome keeps time, bass line snapping under the strings Cold coffee in my hand, motors idling rough Red lights pop, and the whole line starts to thump and cuff Click-clack, fender to fender, we ride the crawl Slap-bass jumping in the cab, loud enough for all The road won’t move, but the rhythm still hits Four-fifty off the ramp, it’s a dirty little riff [Solo]
