Buck 65 - Wicked and Weird lyrics

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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 duck tape

looking for a gas station, better make a list

Fill'er 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 & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich

trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress

(Repeat x2)

Hole in the muffler, ghosts 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 & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich

trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress

(Repeat x2)

Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird

Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well

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 mudflaps

hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps

The further I get, I keep going faster

Whispers in the wind, and cows in the pasture

I have no plans and nothing to prove either

I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre

The highway's a 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 & wierd I'm aroad hog with an old dog

singing slow songs trying to hold on

Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich

trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress

(Repeat x2)