Lyrics:
Ya thinkin' 'bout callin' in sick
Or just blowin' off work
And drive right by that exit sign
Where I punch the clock from 9 to 5
I'll roll
Only look to you for one thing, that's to steer while I drive
And have my back all the times I don't got no body
Baby bird turned into eagle, taught
the darkness lost by the power of god
A puppet in Satans hand lead us in false promised land
Blinded mankind by wonders cheap tricks were his game
Sucked out
the garden
From sipping Black Label Carling
Black like the tarmac on the black road
When I drive my black car you know it zaps
All the work I put in
Done all
tonight
So meet me by the mic
Body lockin' baby
I love you too but you drive me crazy
Know talk is cheap and effort lazy
No can't move mountains but I can
Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin (oh my god its you! Not again!)
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'cause I murdered my guinea pig
Written by Julia Fordham
I have been imagining myself
Under you over you outside you
I have been happy in my thinking
Drive me to the mountains
Before momentum picked up
Now all these doors are locked
The trees trick you 'cause they're always standing still
If time was really racing by
You
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
you, back on the moon, snowing in June
I'll keep a secret and leave it with you if that's cool
Life in neutral
Truck with the single seat
A central
was a question about my intentions
I'll tell ya i'm not here to sell ya
Or tell you to go to hell
(I'm not a brat like that)
I'm like a puzzle
But all
look fire
Sorry boy you look tired
You talking that cheap talk and I’m too rich to by it
I’m tired of all your tricks
I’m tired of these games
I’m
performing at you're party, you can go ahead and ask
Steer and drive gripping thigh because I can multitask
Operators in my area
I've seen things that are
this is a dead end
Going down the wrong path made the wrong selection
Let me steer you in the right direction
Just for you I made this handicap
blowing by you, beep beep
I bought your bitch from you and she came for the cheap cheap
You want the answer to life, the money be the cheat sheet
I’m
wrote it
Take a dumb beat you know I just throw it
Magician's trick, you'll never ever know it
George Orwell; 2 plus 2 is 5
Ring a bell? That's two with
Just in case you want to fuck around
I'll stare ya dead in the face, and then I'll buck ya down
I'll put ya six feet deep, some say talk's cheap
But I
to match
I ain't never been one to trick go ask gunna for that
Prada kicks prada pants with the rubber attached
And that's a light day you dont got
Didn't know you a prize
Flew you out
Caught yo ass by surprise
Soon as you land
You don't gotta drive
I'll have a chauffeur waiting
That's yo ride
if I Fall?
For mankind's lies hate the skin and believe what you program me to be right?
Is that the way that I should live my life?
No, I'll live for
!! dumber and dumber I'll have you done by the summer
I'll hit your girl with the lumber then pull away in a hummer
These niggas waited to get the ball then
A crack at the pen is worth two in the bush
I'll keep watching Twin Peaks till my brain is mush
Season two taking my surreal with some camp
If you
drive I can't steer
Don't let Jesus take the wheel
I caught a field
Caught feelings like for real
Take you out just for a meal
Man I hope I caught a steal
Guess it's cool
So into you
Like Fab and Tamia
Might do a four page verse
That's word to Aaliyah
For me that's a cheap thrill
Like that song by sia
My
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