Lyrics

we're syphoning gas out of the old school bus under the streetlight
then we're doing some crimes weaving over the line in the moonlight
ten murders on the 8-bit road
then we unlock the hot coffee code
grand theft surreal
I got my training wheels to try on how this feels

Ya I always got my game face on
what can I put my trigger finger on?
and I smile when I'm doing wrong
Ya I always got my game face on

I'm inside the cartoons and there's only one use for a ballpoint pen
wrote down the cure for cancer but I left it in my pants and my mom washed them
from the 'burbs into Liberty City
from nowhere to somewhere less pretty
my home smells like the country
but the city smells like rock n' roll

Ya I always got my game face on
what can I put my trigger finger on?
I crack a smile when I'm doing wrong
Ya I told you got my game face on

run run run

my lack of morals is a point of pride
laying rubber in a stolen ride
I'm losing losing track of time
losing losing track of time