Testo Sunday Driver - Buck 65
Testo della canzone Sunday Driver (Buck 65), tratta dall'album Night Rider: Rap
I walk the Earth quietly by day, eukaryote
With no strings attached, tins or magic marryin' it
See, there's so little time left, and yet there's so much space
Thinkin', "Why don't you give me a
Call later on so we can touch base?"
I swim across the seven seas and follow the sound of handclaps
And just try to keep my balls out of the sand traps
'Cause 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 mash 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 burned out like cheap circuitry will
Lately, I've been spending almost all my nights with my hands full
Between writin' my rhymes and my fights with the man-wolf
I'm building a better mouse trap and plus a wider fence
'Cause I trust my instincts and I follow my spider sense
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Writer(s): Richard Terfry
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