Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Sometimes the truth is hard to digest
Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps
Need a spot to get this weight off my chest
Cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down
Blizzard on the table, and my nose is a snowplow
I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how
Keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Sueco - Its Going Good! Lyrics
Sueco - Its Going Good! Lyrics
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Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Sometimes the truth is hard to digest
Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps
Need a spot to get this weight off my chest
Cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down
Blizzard on the table, and my nose is a snowplow
I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how
Keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Sometimes the truth is hard to digest
Pull up, we can make it work out, biceps
Need a spot to get this weight off my chest
Cuff on the bed frame, other on my right wrist
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Off the rails, I don't know if I can slow down
Blizzard on the table, and my nose is a snowplow
I would tell you how I feel, but I don't know how
Keep my feelings in a box, I don't air 'em out
I wish I could end my, yeah
I don't care at all (two, three, go)
Top down speedin' on the 405
One hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
Ride 'til we die, Bonnie and Clyde
If they put us in cuffs, what's the alibi?
Watchin' planes take off just to pass the time
Closest thing to shootin' stars in the L.A. sky
But I ain't feelin' like I should
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
I'm terrified, it's goin' good
Writer: Andrew Maxwell Goldstein, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Nicholas Alex Long, William Henry Victor Schultz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management