Lyrics Buckets - Sims

Buckets

My car does not go slow no more
To the floorboard mon amour
It’s like that movie Speed with less Keanu
Every last part to the fullest
Faster than a speeding Bullock
All these people say «I'm pulling for you»
My mortal coil starts slow
A quart low on motor oil
But when I hit go, I explode
I combust all that’s embroiled
These pieces that I’ve tried to kill on will alone
Well, they’re still in me
I cannot forget em, but now I forgive them
I think I’m beginning to rinse my bones
I take that big win, big loss
Still remain a boss, boss
Don’t wait up, I’m already gone
Already gone, how could I stop?
I can’t stop, I can’t stop
It goes quick, it goes quick
I can’t stop, this is it
It’s my only one
What I made
What I sung
What I’ve done
What I gave
What I love
Well, it’s my only one
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
We don’t kick the same bucket
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
Gotta say my ‘fuck its'
We don’t kick the same bucket
I am from the mad north north
Cold wind whipping up a tango
War, war of course
But in my mind I am on my tranquil
I am on the beach cutting mangos
With the blade that my girl cut your face with
She be on that take, take, better tuck your chain in
I be like chill
We could feel the trade winds
Lay in the sun, lay in the cut
They just rush up when they’re gut shot
They don’t come straight
They’ve been the same, working them angles since sandlot
They ain’t in game, they ain’t in game they just squawk from the backstop
I spot the cop, make a handoff
I know a hawk from a handsaw
All I’ve learned is it don’t relent
Spent to some extent
I feel the roulette exacts revenge
Inexactly
I thought so deep I caught the bends
A strange few years, I lost some friends
So I’m getting mine with them in mind
Fuck OK
Let’s be great