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  • Eyes on the road yeah
    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 **** 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 windows 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
    **** you, **** 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 windows down
    All the windows down, all the windows down
    All the windows down, all the windows down
    All the windows down, all the windows down...

    ******* bottle of whatever mixed with O.J
    Homemade bong feel like a cake lord I'm so baked
    On the home straight tryna drive home straight
    Take a corner like I'm German made I don't break
    But I'm 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 don't 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 they're serious I'm growing weary though
    **** this verse, I'm nearly home, yeah

  • [00:24.77]Eyes on the road yeah
    [00:26.11]Now I got the prettiest looker
    [00:28.31]Slap her on the butt like gimme some sugar
    [00:31.07]I don't know love but the feeling is right,
    [00:33.70]We **** until we think we know the meaning of life
    [00:36.81]Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
    [00:39.64]I got nobody, all on my own
    [00:42.33]I can see my future and I think it is bright
    [00:45.18]My parents keep saying a degree would be nice
    [00:47.96]But, I tell 'em I don't need their advice
    [00:50.75]I'm driving 'round town high beam on my lights
    [00:53.69]Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
    [00:56.73]I got nobody, all on my own
    [00:59.50]It's no that easy to decide your pathway,
    [01:02.21]Had to quit believing that this life's a party,
    [01:05.04]If you want a wife she wants a guy with money
    [01:07.87]Do you want me and my life with nothing?
    [01:10.91]7 lonely dollars in my bank account
    [01:13.41]Next months rent in major doubt,
    [01:16.17]Drive around town playing take care loud
    [01:19.08]With the windows down.
    [01:22.16]All the windows down, all the windows down
    [01:27.98]All the windows down, all the windows down
    [01:33.24]My parents keep giving me a telling off
    [01:36.20]You're 21 already all that's in your head is rocks,
    [01:38.84]They say maybe I should cut my hair short
    [01:41.63]But, no no no, I don't care for it
    [01:44.76]Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
    [01:47.35]I got nobody, all on my own
    [01:50.01]**** you, **** that, I just wanna get across
    [01:53.24]Everything is perfect right now, hope it never stops,
    [01:55.93]'Till I'm on the radio and I'm on the telly
    [01:58.91]And I'm living out these Happy Days like I'm Fonzarelli
    [02:01.47]Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
    [02:04.26]I got nobody, all on my own
    [02:06.93]Yes, I don't have a boss or a desk chair
    [02:10.06]Just a room full of fans saying hell yeah,
    [02:12.90]And a closet full of clothes that are threadbare
    [02:15.68]All the windows are down I'm breathing fresh air
    [02:18.64]7 lonely dollars in my bank account
    [02:21.10]Next months rent in major doubt
    [02:24.01]Drive around town playing take care loud
    [02:26.95]With the windows down
    [02:30.01]All the windows down, all the windows down
    [02:35.62]All the windows down, all the windows down
    [02:40.59]All the windows down, all the windows down...
    [02:47.37]
    [03:11.45]******* bottle of whatever mixed with O.J
    [03:13.54]Homemade bong feel like a cake lord I'm so baked
    [03:16.50]On the home straight tryna drive home straight
    [03:19.24]Take a corner like I'm German made I don't break
    [03:22.17]But I'm aussie made, golden grade Irish flesh
    [03:24.96]Cast iron heart that I possess tucked inside my chest
    [03:27.76]Tired as heck dreaming of my fiery death
    [03:30.55]If i don't explode my own skull I'll probably die of stress
    [03:33.46]Beside myself like Siamese all kinds of E's
    [03:36.44]Inside my palm to find some ease or try at least
    [03:39.23]I'd like to like the man I am just so I can breathe
    [03:41.99]But the man inside of me we'll he's trying to leave
    [03:44.97]It's funny coz they'll call this my lyrical flow
    [03:47.60]The complexity of words it shits me though
    [03:50.41]I know they're serious I'm growing weary though
    [03:53.44]**** this verse, I'm nearly home, yeah
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