Record Time Lyrics

Got the pedal to the metal going ninety-nine on thirty-five, tryna make it home to my baby

Two weeks is a long time to live without your pretty smile, feels like I'm going crazy

I just need to unwind, I can see my glass of wine waiting on the counter at home

This damn dashboard map says I got more than two hundred miles to go

So I'm speeding through those speed trap towns, burning every inch of this highway down

Every mile closer to my baby's arms, but Lord have mercy if there's one more

One lane shut down, stop and go small town, I might lose my mind

Just trynna make it home in record time

Orange cones, school zones, everybody's moving slow, but I got somewhere to be

Now there's rear view cop lights, guess I ran a stop sign, cried and he gave me a warning

This GPS ETA is playing tricks on me

There's traffic up ahead, routes glowing red as far as I can see

So I'm speeding through those speed trap towns, burning every inch of this highway down

Every mile closer to my baby's arms, but Lord have mercy if there's one more

One lane shut down, stop and go small town, I might lose my mind

Just trynna make it home in record time

Keys out of the ignition, into the door, kick off my shoes on the living room floor

Lights down low, glass of Merlot, make your way over to the stereo

Dropped the needle down and said girl I thought you might make it home just in record time

Thank God I made it home in record time