Lyrics:
drive my big old car
And everything would be alright
And energy would just fall down right from the sky, yeah
Words would fly right from out of my
to our lives
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by
Don't want your absolution 'cause I can't make it right
I'll make a beast out
and underpaid.
I drive to work in a rented bus,
200 miles or more a day,
Just so that you can get a look at us
And figure out if we're worth you paid.
Too
check it out
Some days I sit, starin' out the window
Watchin' this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothin' to live for
I almost break
This that fucking slide shit
Do a drive by fly shit
Nigga drive quick
Automatic but a stick
What I drive with
Hide quick get hit
Blick blick
Leave
things and walk to the harborside
I glance back one last time
Fleeing our nation
Our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out
talk
When I walk by, I start to cry-y-y
(Sing it to me baby)
'Cause you're a beautiful player
You're a beautiful player, baby
Ooh ooh oh oh, oh oh, baby
hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I
Hey, when is the last time you sat down and had dinner with your kids?
Talked about what's going on in their lives?
Hey, when is the last time you
I've thought I needed things that I could by with gold
I scorn the treasure of her love my arms could hold
A love that made me richer than a king yes
like today
You never knew that you could be
Enchanted by a melody
The years will never drive it out
You don't know why
It's something you can't
you have given us to eat
The cars you have given us to drive
The cloths you have given us to wear
The money you have given us to spend
The lives
And nextdoor neighbors wave when we drive by
I pray
There's gas in my truck, and dust in my mirror
That every day my fridge is full of ice cold beer
Gimme
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
survive without my radio
Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass
I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face
My radio's bad from the Boulevard
Purpose living is a vibe
All I want is to drive
Purpose living is a vibe
Yeah
Our lives are driving by on the power of the promise
Oooh
Why wouldn't we take
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
Something Wicked this way comes
Do you hear the sound of funeral drums
In majesty madness runs
By the pricking of thy thumb
Something wicked this way
Every day is a blur
Sometimes I can't tell what day it is
Don't know what day it is
Can you tell me what day it is?
Life's passing by
'Cause I'm
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
Casey Jones was a brave engineer
He told his fireman to not to fear
Says, "All I want, my water and my coal
Look out the window, see me drive
but we don't care
Drive along
Drive along
Open Roads
By the coast
Sunburnt lying on the beach
Reality is out of reach
Desert nights
Out of sight
No
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