(Heavy, distorted guitar riff kicks in, a driving drum beat follows, reminiscent of Rage Against the Machine or Linkin Park) (Verse 1 - RAP) Yo, check the clock, it's that time of day Sun sinking low, need to melt the stress away Keys in the ignition, got the engine's hungry groan Leaving all the static of the real world back home Got my passenger, my trusty wingman, yeah, he's here Got a little something to quiet down the fear The world's a blur, moving way too fast But in this four-door fortress, the moment's built to last. The payload's in the center console, ready to ignite We about to change the vibe from day to midnight. (Pre-Chorus - RAP/SPOKEN WORD) Engine idling… Got the papers, got the herb, got the lighter's little flick. Now watch this trick… (Chorus - ROCK/Singing with Screaming ad-libs) WINDOWS UP! Hear the click-clack of the glass Sealing in the smoke, let the world just pass! A little green fire, now the tension's gone to dust BLUNT LIT! In this cloud of hazy trust! Got that bass drum thump, got that GUITAR BLARE! Hotbox city, zero oxygen in the air! Yeah, we ride that high, in a bubble of the sound! Windows up, windows up, don't let a single molecule out! (Guitar Solo Snare Fill) (Verse 2 - RAP) Eyelids getting heavy, vision starts to distort Yeah, we built this atmosphere, a mobile resort. The headlights turn to streaks, the city's neon's soft My thoughts are moving sideways, floating right aloft. Puff, puff, pass, that's the law inside the zone Every single worry, yeah, it left me all alone. But you gotta keep one eye on the road and one on the dash 'Cause this ain't a permanent vacation, gotta make it fast. Got the beat on blast, speakers about to crack Smell is thick and heavy, there ain't no turning back... Then I see it... yeah, I see the BLUE AND WHITE FLASH. (Pre-Chorus - RAP/SPOKEN WORD) Engine decelerates… Hold up, hold up, that's the fuzz right there, cruising slow. They're heading toward us, gotta put on a SHOW! (Chorus - ROCK/Singing with Screaming ad-libs) WINDOWS UP! Hear the click-clack of the glass Sealing in the smoke, let the world just pass! A little green fire, now the tension's gone to dust BLUNT LIT! In this cloud of hazy trust! Got that bass drum thump, got that GUITAR BLARE! Hotbox city, zero oxygen in the air! Yeah, we ride that high, in a bubble of the sound! Windows up, windows up, don't let a single molecule out! (Sustained Feedback on Guitar) (Bridge - RAP with a driving, frantic drum beat) Quick, quick, stash it! In the glove compartment deep Hold the breath you're holding, don't you dare make a peep! Flick the ash out the door, now hit that button, bro! Gotta drop the curtain, gotta make the air flow! (Bridge Part 2 - ROCK/LOUDER) DOWN! DOWN! DOWN! The glass is disappearing fast! Let the cold night air ERUPT and blow the past! Out with the smoke, in with the crisp October breeze! We are two saints of nothing, looking straight ahead with ease! (Outro - RAP/SPOKEN WORD OVER FADING GUITAR RIFF) (Cool, casual voice) Yeah. We just keep rolling. Hand on the wheel, eyes on the street. They pass us slow... Look straight. (The sound of a loud, forced cough) They smell nothing. They see two clean-cut citizens, windows down, enjoying the night. The danger's gone... (Sound of a power window button clicking twice) (Small, dry laugh) Aaaand... WINDOWS UP. (Heavy guitar riff hits a final, low chord and fades out with a cymbal crash.)
