Cage - Road Kill lyrics
[Cage - Road Kill lyrics]
You're not drunk enough if you
Can count to 30
She had put 4 down already, go birdy
Got me, my accessory
A pretty idiot mixing alc and ecstasy
And I'm shot is that all you got
Digging through her purse and all
I found was some pot
Jameson reserved the urge to
Be creeping back soon
I know there's cocaine being
Sniffed in that bathroom
She just sneered looked at me retarded-eyed
Am I lame? I'm sorry I lied
Your aim is off so is your point of view
When the hand of god pointed at you
He said you were designed to
Grow up and go slut
Gave you a pretty face, nice tit's
And no butt
If getting away with murder ain't
The way to be then getting bitches all rapey
Rabies okay with me
Why would I care who’s fake
And living major lies
I don’t relate, placate or plagiarize
Save that talk for your friends or go home
I know you're fly
I'm the shit and won't leave me alone
The word storm kept her underwear warm
Till she dripped on the floor then
She slipped out the door
And you like my circle I can tell
Cause you're starry like Orion's belt
I looked in death's eyes through my shades
He winked and then ignored me
One look in yours I know
Your lily white story
I was underground like this very garage
A car came around better wizardry than Oz
Slipped a 20 said thanks for
Taking care of this
She jetted in a 9-11 like a couple terrorists
And I know it's mundane
I'm pharmaceutically lobotomizing my brain
Co-sign don't need a notary
Trying to steer with this bitch's head
And hands all over me
Come dummy i already took your lunch money
Fed her on the 101 doing 120
And I'm driving trashed of course
Like I'm the first white dude
To crash a Porsche
Even though my name's seen
That shit's invisible compared to James Dean
My report wouldn't be history
Make sure I'm cremated so nobody
Can piss on me
I should drop you off, call it a day
I've got zero condoms anyway
So where you going?
Can count to 30
She had put 4 down already, go birdy
Got me, my accessory
A pretty idiot mixing alc and ecstasy
And I'm shot is that all you got
Digging through her purse and all
I found was some pot
Jameson reserved the urge to
Be creeping back soon
I know there's cocaine being
Sniffed in that bathroom
She just sneered looked at me retarded-eyed
Am I lame? I'm sorry I lied
Your aim is off so is your point of view
When the hand of god pointed at you
He said you were designed to
Grow up and go slut
Gave you a pretty face, nice tit's
And no butt
If getting away with murder ain't
The way to be then getting bitches all rapey
Rabies okay with me
Why would I care who’s fake
And living major lies
I don’t relate, placate or plagiarize
Save that talk for your friends or go home
I know you're fly
I'm the shit and won't leave me alone
The word storm kept her underwear warm
Till she dripped on the floor then
She slipped out the door
And you like my circle I can tell
Cause you're starry like Orion's belt
I looked in death's eyes through my shades
He winked and then ignored me
One look in yours I know
Your lily white story
I was underground like this very garage
A car came around better wizardry than Oz
Slipped a 20 said thanks for
Taking care of this
She jetted in a 9-11 like a couple terrorists
And I know it's mundane
I'm pharmaceutically lobotomizing my brain
Co-sign don't need a notary
Trying to steer with this bitch's head
And hands all over me
Come dummy i already took your lunch money
Fed her on the 101 doing 120
And I'm driving trashed of course
Like I'm the first white dude
To crash a Porsche
Even though my name's seen
That shit's invisible compared to James Dean
My report wouldn't be history
Make sure I'm cremated so nobody
Can piss on me
I should drop you off, call it a day
I've got zero condoms anyway
So where you going?