Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunday Driver , by - Buck 65. Song from the album Man Overboard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |