I can't stop, no I can't stop

So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your robot

That I know you can't afford to hold on your shoulder

The earth is right off the corner of that mattress that keeps up

You're my fucking boy, you're my fucking boy

This video, it's all, it's the road between LA and San Francisco

How I know you, I don't think you would like anywhere

Even they haven't gone to best parts

I've never in my life imagined a better place than that

These mountains down to Osham, it's the big cellar national park

I don't know, if I have dreams, I'll only go back there

It used to be easy to afford it and we went there and this one