Autopilots (The)
6400 Mile
yo,
if you had one shot, one opportunity.
to play a song for 6 hours,
would you capture it?
or just pass out
His palms are sweaty
finger calloused,
armpits smelly,
He's been playing for 3 hours already.
He wants spaghetti!
but his whole crowd
left after an hour about.
he opens his mouth,
And the same words come out
oh someone's smoking now,
his asthma wow.
coughs up all over now.
oh there goes a pick again,
Better get another one
better get a shiny one
so he can play again
around here he's known as the fat loser.
born and raised in birmingham,
but somehow ends up in detroit.
From Letras Mania