A thousand break lights on my window Dennis Brown playing on my stereo Waiting all this time riding up on the kings highway So I see you set up the roadblock With an empty quart, I drove right through the stop Don't ask me where I've acquired my brand new car
It's taken me a couple of gears I noticed that the lights have changed The freaks are somehow normal So why must I be confused I can't be around your abuse
Your mixed up moods, your attitudes I'm done with this type of love we do All you do is confuse and hurt So I pass your house for one last time
Worry, thinking, speeding, complaining, all these signs that I've blown through Around the corner at a quarter of three Accelerate as I start to leave, from you