Fame Factory
Fame Factory - Backseat Driver songtekst
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"Backsteat Driver" (Watch you're step I'll break you're neck) For a snowball tossed into hell I really think I'm doing pretty well You always claimed that I would fail You're prediction is extremely out of scale Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire Retire, you're times expired You're so damn predictable Like what you'd expect from a porn sequal Confusing you're dreams with mine Seems to be you're favorite waste of time Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire Retire… Accept that I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire Retire, you're times expired Don't push you're luck, I think you're presence suck, I feel tired. You're out of line, want let it pass this time, You're fired. Time to get real, get you're hands of my wheel Please stay seated, buckle up, 'cause here's the deal No I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire Retire… Accept that I - don't need a backseat driver - you're fired So what - if I'm gonna burn some tire Retire, you're times expired