Bliss
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Yeah, you feel a million miles away
Another hemisphere, a new world, gotta be brave
Father, don't forsake me, for he knew not what he did
Raised a kid with belt and fist,
then, what good is this? (If you can't)
If you can't reminisce with people and the music that you miss
Like the prom and the first date kiss, that's if you remember this
Jamming on that Snoop Dogg, mixed with Too Short, saying "Bitch!"
Incubus, and everybody singing 311 shit
You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing's going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searchin' for a sign
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit (uh)
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit (what)
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Water, cleanse me like John the Baptist
They say Jesus washed the feet of all the masses
Beautiful words depict ya, like the Word in the Scripture
But nothin' more stunnin' than the scenery in yo' picture
The greenery and the liquor, with a mixer in my pitcher
Little bit richer like the sweet ingredients bakin' up in my Swisher
It's official, my dismissal from the world wouldn't be so dismal
Long as I chisel my initials in the sky before I fizzle
You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing's going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searchin' for a sign
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Yeah, you feel a million miles away
Another hemisphere, a new world, gotta be brave
Father, don't forsake me, for he knew not what he did
Raised a kid with belt and fist,
then, what good is this? (If you can't)
If you can't reminisce with people and the music that you miss
Like the prom and the first date kiss, that's if you remember this
Jamming on that Snoop Dogg, mixed with Too Short, saying "Bitch!"
Incubus, and everybody singing 311 shit
You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing's going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searchin' for a sign
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit (uh)
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit (what)
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Water, cleanse me like John the Baptist
They say Jesus washed the feet of all the masses
Beautiful words depict ya, like the Word in the Scripture
But nothin' more stunnin' than the scenery in yo' picture
The greenery and the liquor, with a mixer in my pitcher
Little bit richer like the sweet ingredients bakin' up in my Swisher
It's official, my dismissal from the world wouldn't be so dismal
Long as I chisel my initials in the sky before I fizzle
You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing's going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searchin' for a sign
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Drivin' in the car, singin' 311 shit, shit
311 shit, shit, 311 sh-sh-sh-shit
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Pacheco, Christopher Angel Zambrano
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