Текст песни Buck 65 - Sunday Driver, слова песни Buck 65

Текст песни Buck 65 - Sunday Driver

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I walk the earth quietly,by day carry a net.With no strings attached,to a magic marionette.See there`s so little time leftand 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 ballsout of the sand traps.Because before I go on live, all my enemies try to contriveplots 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 mousetrapand plus a wider fence. Because I trust my instincts and follow my spider-sense.

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Sunday Driver

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