Sunday Driver lyrics

Song information

Artist: Buck 65
Album: Man Overboard [Anticon]

Lyrics

I walk the earth quietly
By day carry a net
With no strings attached
To a magic marionette

See there's so little time left
And yet there's so much space
Thinking why don't you give me a call later on
So we can touch base

I swim across the seven seas
And follow the sounds of handclaps
And just try to keep my balls
Out of the sand traps, heh

'Cause before I go on live
All my enemies try to contrive
Plots to make my whole entire
Routine take a swan dive

But this ain't commercialized
Hip hop or indie pop
Nah, this ain't the mashed potato
Uh-uh,this ain't the windy hop

The dance that goes with this
Is called the keep perfectly still
Before your brain becomes burnt out
Like cheap circuitry will

Lately I've been spending almost
All my nights with my hands full
Between writing my rhymes
And my fights with the man-wolf

I'm building a better mousetrap
And plus a wider fence
'Cause I trust my instincts
And I follow my spider-sense

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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