On The Road

歌詞

Now I got the prettiest looker Slap her on the butt like gimme some sugar I don't know love but the feeling is right, We fuck until we think we know the meaning of life Keep it in drive, eyes on the road I got nobody, all on my own I can see my future and I think it is bright My parents keep saying a degree would be nice But, I tell 'em I don't need their advice I'm driving 'round town high beam on my lights Keep it in drive, eyes on the road I got nobody, all on my own It's no that easy to decide your pathway, Had to quit believing that this life's a party, If you want a wife she wants a guy with money Do you want me and my life with nothing? 7 lonely dollars in my bank account Next months rent in major doubt, Drive around town playing take care loud With the windos down. All the windows down, all the windows down All the windows down, all the windows down My parents keep giving me a telling off You're 21 already all that's in your head is rocks, They say maybe I should cut my hair short But, no no no, I don't care for it Keep it in drive, eyes on the road I got nobody, all on my own Fuck you, fuck that, I just wanna get across Everything is perfect right now, hope it never stops, 'Till I'm on the radio and I'm on the telly And I'm living out these Happy Days like I'm Fonzarelli Keep it in drive, eyes on the road I got nobody, all on my own Yes, I don't have a boss or a desk chair Just a room full of fans saying hell yeah, And a closet full of clothes that are threadbare All the windows are down I'm breathing fresh air 7 lonely dollars in my bank account Next months rent in major doubt, Drive around town playing take care loud With the windos down. All the windows down, all the windows down All the windows down, all the windows down Fucking bottle of whatever mixed with O.J Homemade bong feel like a cake lord im so baked On the home straight tryna drive home straight Take a corner like im german made I don't break But im aussie made, golden grade Irish flesh Cast iron heart that I possess tucked inside my chest Tired as heck dreaming of my fiery death If i dont explode my own skull I'll probably die of stress Beside myself like siamese all kinds of E's Inside my palm to find some ease or try at least I'd like to like the man I am just so I can breathe But the man inside of me we'll he's trying to leave It's funny coz they'll call this my lyrical flow The complexity of words it shits me though I know theyre serious im growing weary though Fuck this verse, I'm nearly home, yeah