This is a song about "Proving something"

I'm on the run, keep running

But in my head there's something

Why dont someone do something

Man, straight and no fucking

But i know something about you.

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Go home write something suspenseful

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Weak stomach, i need something

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Summertime in the city

But the alcohols something to see

Numb nothings that think they worth something

And this will be the song that we sing