Sunday Driver - Buck 65

作词：Buck 65

作曲：Buck 65

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 heh

'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 mashed potato

Uh-Uh this ain't the windy 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

'Cause I trust my instincts

And I follow my spider-sense