| | Sunday Driver Lyrics Artist(Band):Buck 65
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. If you find some error in Sunday Driver Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Glas for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Sunday Driver The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Buck 65" Music | |
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