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Can't drive

Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke close by
Sheik O'Rara and Steve McQueen, right there, oh yeah

I'm lost in a cloud and I can't get out
I got a brain in left hand drive
I don't asleep other side
I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen
Each town I intervene
A gram of keef
ya know. So out the door we go. 
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive 
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll 
Never get far,
ya know. So out the door we go. 
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive 
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll 
Never get far,
ya know. So out the door we go. 
Back to the ride with Steve inside and alive; off we drive 
I hurt my lower lumbar, you know we'll 
Never get far,
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see... my milk cow
Well drive, drive, help her
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
Yeah
Well I did woke up this mornin'
And I looks out my door-oor
Hey, I could tell my milkcow
I could tell by the way she lows
So if you see...
by the cracks 
Fallen so far down 
Like the rest of those clowns begging bus fare back 

Swallowed by the cracks
Our pride worn down talking times
standoff but his music ate y'all
That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam
Drank that motherfuckin' drive, started chasin' these dreams
Then
Everything I love,
Everything I love's from '59.

'59. Song by Brian Setzer. Submited by Steve Huggett.
at me 
Pull your panties to the side 

I know this girl with boots on she's turned on by wearin G strings 
She likes her thongs with my fingers all
Written by: Tony Payne / Steve Rice / Brandon Jackson / Colin Boyd


There ought to be somebody by my side

The band is better than the one last
You think yr a loser, baby
But you drive all the girls crazy
Yr not a too screwed up punk
Yr a total cali hunk
Yr whole life is disenchanted
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (that's my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
My
bloodshot eyes

Each jerk we kill, our hearts grows colder
I could shoot all day, doesn't hurt my shoulder

I drive all the time, it's no big deal
Open
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
Am I throwing you off? Nope. Didn't think so.
How you doing young lady
The feeling that you give me really drive me crazy 
You're dope have
Am I throwing you off?
Nope!
Didn't think so
How ya doing young lady
The feeling that you gave me really drives me crazy
You don't have a player
Am I throwing you off?
Nope!
Didn't think so
How ya doing young lady
The feeling that you gave me really drives me crazy
You don't have a player
Top notch whips that's
What I drive
24 inches rims and tires
Hatin' ass niggas can't believe they eyes
They starin' me down, and I don't know why
Am I throwing you off?
Nope!
Didn't think so
How ya doing young lady
The feeling that you gave me really drives me crazy
You don't have a player
on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon' get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you heard
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,