歌曲 | Wicked And Weird |
歌手 | Buck 65 |
专辑 | Talkin' Honky Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buck 65, T.O.A.B. La Rone | |
Driving with a yellow dog, I-95 | |
He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes | |
Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet | |
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck | |
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves | |
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs | |
blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape | |
sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape | |
Looking for a gas station, better make a list | |
Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss | |
sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel | |
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield | |
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why | |
no destination, not a cloud in the sky | |
back on the road not a moment too soon | |
dish ran away with some other spoon | |
wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I'm a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder | |
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder | |
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench | |
Been thinking about brushing up on my French | |
Right there in the glove box, if you should look | |
You'll find 40 parking tickets | |
And a copy of the Good Book | |
Don't bother looking, you'll never find me | |
I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me | |
wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I'm a rat fich | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheelwell | |
Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well | |
But all I need is a half decent breakfast | |
And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless | |
5 o'clock shadow, lips like mud flaps | |
hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps | |
The further I get, I keep going faster | |
Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture | |
I have no plans and nothin' to prove either | |
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theater | |
The highway's the story teller, I just write it down | |
Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now | |
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days | |
and laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days | |
I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates | |
They'll be working on my car and playing 78's | |
wicked and weird I'm a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I'm a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress |
zuo ci : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
Driving with a yellow dog, I95 | |
He' s got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes | |
Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet | |
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck | |
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves | |
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs | |
blanket on the back seat we' re in rough shape | |
sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape | |
Looking for a gas station, better make a list | |
Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss | |
sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel | |
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield | |
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why | |
no destination, not a cloud in the sky | |
back on the road not a moment too soon | |
dish ran away with some other spoon | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder | |
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder | |
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench | |
Been thinking about brushing up on my French | |
Right there in the glove box, if you should look | |
You' ll find 40 parking tickets | |
And a copy of the Good Book | |
Don' t bother looking, you' ll never find me | |
I' m starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fich | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Christ almighty, there' s a rattle in the wheelwell | |
Dog fell asleep and man, I don' t feel well | |
But all I need is a half decent breakfast | |
And I' ll be back at it, dirty and reckless | |
5 o' clock shadow, lips like mud flaps | |
hands like eagle' s talons, eyes like hub caps | |
The further I get, I keep going faster | |
Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture | |
I have no plans and nothin' to prove either | |
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theater | |
The highway' s the story teller, I just write it down | |
Already been beaten, there' s no way to fight it now | |
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days | |
and laugh ' cause it ain' t like it was in the old days | |
I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates | |
They' ll be working on my car and playing 78' s | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress |
zuò cí : Buck 65, T. O. A. B. La Rone | |
Driving with a yellow dog, I95 | |
He' s got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes | |
Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet | |
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck | |
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves | |
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs | |
blanket on the back seat we' re in rough shape | |
sunroof held on with a bit of duct tape | |
Looking for a gas station, better make a list | |
Fill it up with regular, I need to take a piss | |
sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel | |
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield | |
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why | |
no destination, not a cloud in the sky | |
back on the road not a moment too soon | |
dish ran away with some other spoon | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Hole in the muffler, ghost on the shoulder | |
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder | |
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench | |
Been thinking about brushing up on my French | |
Right there in the glove box, if you should look | |
You' ll find 40 parking tickets | |
And a copy of the Good Book | |
Don' t bother looking, you' ll never find me | |
I' m starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind me | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fich | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress | |
Christ almighty, there' s a rattle in the wheelwell | |
Dog fell asleep and man, I don' t feel well | |
But all I need is a half decent breakfast | |
And I' ll be back at it, dirty and reckless | |
5 o' clock shadow, lips like mud flaps | |
hands like eagle' s talons, eyes like hub caps | |
The further I get, I keep going faster | |
Whispers in the wind, cows in the pasture | |
I have no plans and nothin' to prove either | |
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theater | |
The highway' s the story teller, I just write it down | |
Already been beaten, there' s no way to fight it now | |
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days | |
and laugh ' cause it ain' t like it was in the old days | |
I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates | |
They' ll be working on my car and playing 78' s | |
wicked and weird I' m a road hog with an old dog | |
singing slow songs trying to hold on | |
wicked and weird I' m a rat fish | |
tryin' to practice doing back flips on your mattress |