OBT

I'mma go fast down OBT

I'mma go crash down OBT

I know it's my fault blame it all on me

I just got a call from the damn army

I don't wanna talk hell nah won't speak

When I fucking die it'll be all on me

I'mma go to New York hand out copies

I'm Rupert Pupkin in the damn lobby

Flick and a spark and my eyes are foggy

Ship straight to Mars feel it through my body

I'mma go fast down OBT

I'mma go crash down OBT

I got 14 g's yeah a half on me

I'mma smoke it all right into next week

Better Call Saul if that car start to squeak

Fuck that I'mma hit 90 in the PT

I don't wanna talk I want shows come and see me

Rockstar made locked inside on the weekend

I don't even know how I feel off the deep end

But I'mma go fast till my heart stops beating