Too Fast Driving

Driving I was thinking You're my flat tire Too late at night In the pitch black Out of sight And too fast driving And too fast driving Driving I was thinking You're my flat tire Not a blow out But a screeching halt Lots of ice No salt And too fast driving And too fast driving Don't want to think about how much and what's the limit Don't want to think about the limit and am I in it Am I in it Am I in it Driving I was thinking You're my flat tire You're gonna crash You're stupid loud You're wreckless You're spinning out And too fast driving And too fast driving And too fast driving