How's My Driving, Doug Hastings?
Less than Jake
Right!
Friday night, on coke with a crowbar
Left at two in the back of Doug's car
Without a plan and bein' fucked up
Lookin' for something
Something yeah for ourselves
Friday night, at three at a side door
Doug said try to get the door just once more
I said man, this is all fucked up
Lookin' for something
Something yeah for ourselves
Feelin' kinda weird yeah and I'm thinkin' to myself
Feelin' kinda weird and I'm thinkin' to myself
Fuck Doug!
I'm not going out like this
He said man I'm all I got and I won't be missed
And this makes
This makes no sense to me
Ain't the way
The way it's supposed to be
Right!