Let me tell you what
He's not famous, he drives an old car
Yet he goes through tolls like a movie star
Laundry, bills, online banking, stereo
Yeah right, yeah right, yeah, it all just went to show
96 tears in the year 10,000 to one
I was born to be the son but the son of a gun
Latent force forced me into all different positions
What are you doing over the next few weekends
And I wonder what I'll wonder where I wander to next
Get you off my mind under these contexts
Not that I would even want to, but its kind of a line
You know, how I don't know what I wanted tonight