paroles de chanson Eyes on the Road - Allday

Eyes on the road, yeah!
Now I got the prettiest looker,
Slap her on the butt like gimme some sugar
I dont know love but the feeling is right,
We fuck until we think we know the meaning of life.
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; Im all on my own!
I can see my future and I think it is bright,
My parents keep saying a degree would be nice,
But, I tell em I dont need their advice
Im driving round town high beaming my lights
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; Im all on my own!
Its not that easy to decide your pathway,
Had to quit believing that this life's a party,
If you want a wife she wants a guy with money,
Do you want me and my life of nothing?
Seven lonely dollars in my bank account,
Next months rent in major doubt,
Drive around town playing take care loud,
With the windows down!
All the windows down, all the windows down,
All the windows down, all the windows down.
Yeah, oh my parents giving me a telling off,
You're 21 already; all thats in your head is rocks,
They say maybe I should cut my hair short,
But, no, no, no I dont care for it!
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; Im all on my own!
Fuck you, fuck that I just want to get across,
Everything is perfect right now, hope it never stops!
Till Im on the radio and Im on the tele,
And Im living out these happy days like Im .
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road,
I got nobody; Im all on my own!
Yes, I dont have boss or a desk chair,
Just a room full of fans saying, hell yeah!
And a closet full of clothes that are threadbare,
All the windows are down Im breathing fresh air.
Seven lonely dollars in my bank account,
Next months rent in major doubt,
Drive around town playing take care loud,
With the windows down!
All the windows down, all the windows down,
All the windows down, all the windows down.
Fucking bottle of whatever mixed with O.J,
Homemade feel like a cake
Lord, Im so baked!
On the home straight, tryin to drive home straight,
Take a corner like Im German made, I don't break!
But Im made, golden grade Irish flesh,
Cast iron heart that I possess, tucked inside my chest.
Tired as heck dreaming of my fiery death,
If I dont explode my own skull I'll probably die of stress.
Beside myself like siamese all kinds of Eves,
Inside my palm to find some ease or try at least,
I'd like to like the man I am just so I can breathe,
But the man inside of me we'll he's trying to leave,
It's funny cause they'll call this my lyrical flow
The complexity of words means shits though,
I know theyre serious Im growing weary though
Fuck this fast, I'm nearly home, oh!