Chris

I still remember crossing over that bridge

Lost the wheel, took a fall, thought that was it

Landed right there at the end of your driveway

You didn't hesitate, you ran out my way

Pulled that heavy go-kart right off my chest

Caught my breath and knew I was blessed

Since that day, I always knew where we stood

A lifelong bond that’s understood

You’ve got a genius mind, hands that create

From the motorcycles to the motors you make

Custom subs and amps, making sure the bass hits deep

There ain't a sound system that you can't tweak

You can build the whole world, anything but a weld

But the way you built this friendship, man, it’s something else

Yeah, it's something else

Even as a teenager, you were ahead of the game

Built a log splitter for your dad, sparking the flame

Turning nothing into something, putting parts in their place

Tuning up the cars, getting ready to race

You wire up the speakers so the frequencies blend

But more than the talent, I just value my friend

You’ve got a genius mind, hands that create

From the motorcycles to the motors you make

Custom subs and amps, making sure the bass hits deep

There ain't a sound system that you can't tweak

You can build the whole world, anything but a weld

But the way you built this friendship, man, it’s something else

Yeah, it's something else

And when the days get heavy, we know the code

Drop that three thousand joke to lighten the load

Three thousand outstanding ones, right on cue

A language nobody understands except me and you

Just me and you, Chris

You’ve got a genius mind, hands that create

From the motorcycles to the motors you make

Custom subs and amps, making sure the bass hits deep

There ain't a sound system that you can't tweak

You can build the whole world, anything but a weld

But the way you built this friendship, man, it’s something else

Yeah, it's something else