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Hey, man, you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap 'Cause the slightest thing and I just might snap When I go driving, I stay in my lane But getting cut off, it makes me insane Open the glove box, reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (Yeah, Yeah) I got a bad habit (Yeah, Yeah) And it ain't goin' away (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, Yeah) They say the road is a dangerous place If you flip me off, I'll get in your face If you drive on my ass, your foot's on the gas And your next breath is your last I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (Yeah, Yeah) I got a bad habit (Yeah, Yeah) And it ain't goin' away (Yeah, Yeah) SongtexteYeah (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, Yeah) Drivers are rude Such attitudes But when I show my piece Complaints cease Something's odd I feel like I'm God You stupid dumbshit goddam motherfucker! I open the glove box Reach inside I'm gonna wreck this fucker's ride I guess I got a bad habit Of blowin' away (Yeah, Yeah) I got a bad habit (Yeah, Yeah) And it ain't goin' away (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, Yeah) Yeah (Yeah, Yeah) Aus Songtexte Mania