Driver

It must be the year of the dead horse
You keep beating my head against the wall
Guess December is for talking shit
Is if you're not when you're always been

We divide ourselves
Our spines turned into gel

I overthink 'til I'm sick
Good times run quick
This shit on my mind
Were placed there by design
The sand in my eyes
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head

Watching minutes fly by like billboards
From the backseat they blur into one
I guess time and money really are the same shit
If time is money, I ain't made shit

This pace can't be good for health
My bones turned into gel

I overthink 'til I'm sick
Good times run quick
This shit on my mind
We placed there by design
The sand in my eyes
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head

Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes they staring at the side of my neck

Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes are weighted
I keep rolin' for what?

Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes they staring at the side of my neck

Another fool
Another ruse
Just fool, yeah
Snake eyes are weighted
I keep rolling for what?

I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head
I'm distracted again
1-800-in-my-head



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Anderson, Christian Lum, Roger Mawer, Tim Barbour, Tommy Nickerson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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