Lyrics:
these maniacs
I was almost killed a few times
There were six or seven cab
Drivers murdered a year all around you
Except for the imminent violence
All
I'm a TTC Skidaddler yeah to sockit to my big red rattler-|Ya to sockit to my big red rattler|I've been a streetcar driver now about eleven years
a nine to fiver
But she's been a waiter, and a cook and taxi driver
For 20 years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all her love
like a nine-to fiver
But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all
street credits don 't forget I was n outlaw truck driver four three years banking Dem gears from east Compton to hunts point hit 46 states in three years I
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had too many cold beers one night
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had one too many cold beers one night
like a nine-to fiver
But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver
For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown
Giving all
It stuck in his craw that they
Made him retire at the age of 65
Jerry was a race car driver
22 years old
Had one too many cold beers one night
as any man alive.
He got stuck in his crawl that they
Made him retire at the age of 65.
Jerry was a race car driver.
22 years old.
Had one to many
clear,
Never wanted something real,
Far too young at twenty years,
No driver at the wheel,
Now you’ve moved on,
Good to hear,
Like a bullet in the dark,
I
is possible
And maybe help my mom stop working at that hospital
Or my dad as a truck driver
They hustled for years
With struggle and tears for their
Willing to rolle like city boy
Hanging on polluted buses then become a substitute driver
Hanging underground many years all around, driving polluted bus
Eighth grade
I heard about everything then knelt down and prayed
I hope that driver knows the seven years that we'd been through
Me and you
I hope you
Oh, I am from Boston. I'm a horrible driver. I really am. Last year I was in 11, 11 accidents came in fifth in the state. Thank you. And if you had
back from the studio, it's becoming the usual
Giving my time to Society, I'm in the driver's seat
Speeding into this year
Pumping the clutch, shifting
lamp by my pillow
And the things I have to do
It must have been years
It must have been years
The driver wants to touch me
He mentions all
Fayette County teen after he was hit and killed by a suspected drunk driver
Russell Logan, just 16 years old, a student at Starr's Mill High School
saying my driver's got mileage
But my brother, that's 30 years styling
When I was flying to the heavens
They thought it was all Satan
They called me
don't even got my driver's license
All my friends got New Year's resolutions
Why you still the same, lil' bitch, it's already November
Got so many
payin' homage
You know what's up
I'm takin' the league by a storm
Like Giannis for the Bucks, ah
Yo, prepare for the massacre
Kill the driver and killl
Met one lad who robs richard mills
Cost of living he couldn't afford it
Just came off an 8 year driver's ban crashed dingers never insured 'em
Got
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles
got here
Must've got on the wrong bus
This past year
Driver missed a right
And he turned into light-year
Is your name buzz
Or did he hit the wrong gear
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