Buck 65 - Brown Truck lyrics
[Buck 65 - Brown Truck lyrics]
I take a bite outta' Maryanna's
Cookie and Christine's apple
And write graffiti on the ceilin'
Of the Sistine Chapel and
No, I'm not jokin' 'bout
Drinkin' coffee and pot-smokin'
Many minds try to take the weight
Off me and die broken
But, I remain soft-spoken, humble yet cocky
If that makes any sense, and I
Mumble like Rocky Balboa
Oh yeah
Some of the other names ain't good to mention
Because alotta folks don't know the
True meanin' of friendship, and I
Won't let a drum machine come
Between me and myself
I can't be bothered with "cosmo-politics"
Wolves ran after us
But they couldn't catch us
Scared because we strike anywhere
Like wooden matches
First part finally and second part initial
Now what you call "official art
" I call "artificial"
Who would be fool enough to think
He or she wasn't cool enough
To smell the flowers
Listen to the bees buzzin'
I tell my little sister shut her eyes
And think about the butterflies
And don't say bad words or utter lies it's a
Classic case of abusin' the
Telephone device and
Not bein' able to take my own advice
Oh well, whatch' you gonna' do?
Should this spacious interior
Be home to goodness gracious?
I'd like to think so
And I'd like to live long
So hold the cold hand of the
Old man and give strong
Positive shouts out to the
Inner core of beauty
At every step along the way
On your tour of duty
Whatever that is, and keep your mind open
Keep your ears open
And keep your eyes wide open keep guessin'
Cookie and Christine's apple
And write graffiti on the ceilin'
Of the Sistine Chapel and
No, I'm not jokin' 'bout
Drinkin' coffee and pot-smokin'
Many minds try to take the weight
Off me and die broken
But, I remain soft-spoken, humble yet cocky
If that makes any sense, and I
Mumble like Rocky Balboa
Oh yeah
Some of the other names ain't good to mention
Because alotta folks don't know the
True meanin' of friendship, and I
Won't let a drum machine come
Between me and myself
I can't be bothered with "cosmo-politics"
Wolves ran after us
But they couldn't catch us
Scared because we strike anywhere
Like wooden matches
First part finally and second part initial
Now what you call "official art
" I call "artificial"
Who would be fool enough to think
He or she wasn't cool enough
To smell the flowers
Listen to the bees buzzin'
I tell my little sister shut her eyes
And think about the butterflies
And don't say bad words or utter lies it's a
Classic case of abusin' the
Telephone device and
Not bein' able to take my own advice
Oh well, whatch' you gonna' do?
Should this spacious interior
Be home to goodness gracious?
I'd like to think so
And I'd like to live long
So hold the cold hand of the
Old man and give strong
Positive shouts out to the
Inner core of beauty
At every step along the way
On your tour of duty
Whatever that is, and keep your mind open
Keep your ears open
And keep your eyes wide open keep guessin'