Before the sun shines in the mornin' I'm up wakin' and yawnin' Hear the birds calling out Ready for work for the break of dawn and And I'm brawlin' with the 101-West Freeway's just one big mess Similar to my life Way too similar to my life
Before the sun shines in the mornin' I'm up wakin' and yawnin' Hear the birds calling out Ready for work for the break of dawn and And I'm brawlin' with the 101-West Freeway's just one big mess Similar to my life Way too similar to my life
Came to audition Joey on the passenger seat Monday morning 'bout to start my week I said "Clutch the gears switchin' Better be quicker than my feet Stuck in traffic in the California heat" Then one move to the left lane, the right moves faster Back on the right and the left moves past us Vehicle abhorrence is an everyday disaster Well flight's spittin' on us getting whipped by the master man and the master plan
Oh let me check it, checkin', check my pockets with the empty hand like
There's certain things I can't understand Working full time getting taxed by the man Not tryna flex this practice, I love my roads paved But something's off axis It seems like we're starved off the crashes Want to see my pay-check the senators for taxes Part of my lackness, you can call me selfish but When trucks running on an empty gut And often too many times we get stuck This week can overheat it in this leaky muck I barely got a buck and I got my rent due Gotta pay my credit card bills or I'm through Lock out, telephone bill time two That's not all of 'em And just to name a few
Dude, them skies are blue for somebody 'Cause I've got great thoughts for you -- Who thought That I would get caught up in this mess Who thought that I would get caught up in this mess (Who thought that I would get caught up in this stress)
Dude, them skies are blue for somebody 'Cause I've got great thoughts for you -- Who thought That I would get caught up in this mess Who thought that I would get caught up in this mess
And any point in time you can make your heart stop With a needle or a knot while your boombox blasts and It's a comforting thought to think that when life gets hot No one can escape and never ever get caught Lay in the grave to rot Say goodbye to the clock And the papers pilin' up in your mailbox Let the bombs drop and the shoppers shop Don't keep the brush, header wash, yours to mop Hell's the spot Where you'll find your cot If you flip that triple six, shoot a slot Well, uh, maybe so, but, uh, maybe not 'Cause I never heard of a word from a person and their caught And I hardly think that hell is nothing more than a thought While I'm wasted on the floor of my father's loft Milling in abuse with my mom a lot She said, "Say your prayers, God likes to talk And I'll help you in the future when you hit some rocks" Well, uh, maybe so, but probably fuckin' not 'Cause I'm sure those dead kids were prayin' that they rot All of that sure to be desired then life's sure not Then I complain we shouldn't walk but skip jump and hop Hop Hop (Hop)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.