
Date of issue: 07.10.2002
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Sunday Driver |
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 |
Because 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 lindy 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 |
Because I trust my instincts and follow my spider sense |
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