Full Tank of Gas I think it’s time I introduced myself. My name is Q-Mumf and I can’t help. Seeing you for the third time this week. Is it our luck, or synchronicity, baby? I got to wonder, I got to ask. Is it all a part of some bigger plan? I can’t help I want to kick it with you. From the looks of it, seems like you want to, too. Babe, I got a full tank of gas. Drive into the morning. Look straight ahead, take a chance Purple Rain, on my mixtape. Be the princess of this interstate. Baby, how ‘bout it? Marley on an endless loop. This Exodus I’ll take with you. Baby how ‘bout it? Got to get up my nerve, I’m afraid to ask. ‘Cause you might think I’m some kind of crazy… Man in a jam band with no plan. But give me a chance, ‘cause I think you’ll like it. As you turn around, I try to open my mouth. Try to say something cool, but nothing came out. Left with my words still in my head, but your smile got me dreaming once again.