KTR KYS ‎belowground

Traveling down
I5 at night
I'm feeling
Pretty alright

I've got no style
I got no clique
But I am driving now
I'm clenching my fists

And I'm not an early bird anymore
So drugged up on caffeine at the store
And I can't concentrate on work or my life
Baby lately I just want to die

And I'm feeling cold again
And I'm feeling cold again
And I'm feeling cold again
It's not your fault

It's not its not your fault
It's not its not your fault
It's not its not your fault
It's not its not your fault

Traveling down
I5 at night
I'm feeling
Pretty alright
I got no style
I got no clique
So when I'm driving now
I'm clenching my fists