Sunday Driver lyrics
Song information
Artist: Buck 65 Album: Man Overboard [Wea Canada]
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]
"Man Overboard [Wea Canada]" album track list
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