[Verse] I hit the road at Tampa Bay, the sun was burnin' hot, Rollin' east to Orlando, but peace I never got. Through Lakeland's sprawl and Plant City, the lanes are tight as sin, Every car's a bullet, and the chaos pulls me in. [Chorus] On I-4, the devil drives, the madness never ends, From Disney dreams to Daytona screams, this road don't make no friends. The haunted stretch is whisperin', shadows in the night, On I-4, I'm battlin' hell, just tryin' to make it right. [Verse] Kissimmee's lights are callin', but the traffic's at a crawl, Semis weave like serpents, and tempers rise and brawl. Winter Park's a distant hope, but brakes are burnin' red, I'm trapped in this concrete jungle, where angels fear to tread. [Chorus] On I-4, the devil drives, the madness never ends, From Disney dreams to Daytona screams, this road don't make no friends. The haunted stretch is whisperin', shadows in the night, On I-4, I'm battlin' hell, just tryin' to make it right. [Bridge] They say there's ghosts near Sanford, where the spirits stake their claim, The past and present collide there, on this road of rage and shame. The rain comes down like vengeance, and the lanes begin to flood, The only thing you’re certain of is asphalt stained with blood. [Verse] From the Gulf Coast to Atlantic, this road’s a fiery fight, Crazy drivers tailin’ close, cuttin' left and right. I grip the wheel and curse the day I ever chose this lane, Interstate 4’s a battleground, and I’m the fool again.
