77 south

Will this kill me , I hope it will , read between the lines my hopes nil.
I swerve around the curve and bound to learn my lesson.
Tying off with my seat belt , on the dashboard is my smith and Weston.
I'm on a inebriated travelog , the whereabouts are unknown.
Will I  kill another driver , can i kill myself ,will I ever make it home.
I'm a highway killer , my gears are in suicide.
Come on in its either ride or die .
I don't need no maps and definitely no GPS thank god they can't smell heroin and crack on my breath .
But I don't even need to breath man and I ain't even impaired I am here, there ,everywhere and then gone in thin air .
I keep on traveling in south bound direction as I speed around the do not pass section flying past  everyone at my own discretion.
I got rigs in the glove box and my dope between the seat .
I got peanut riding shotgun with Lucy underneath .
I'm seeing airplanes in my rear view , am I crazy ?
I'm doing 85 with my eyes closed down a dark dead end one way street riding with me my seem scary but  am I high ... Barely