Buckets - Sims

My car does not go slow no more

To the floorboard mon amour

It’s like that movie Speed with less Keanu

Every last part to the fullest

Faster than a speeding Bullock

All these people say «I'm pulling for you»

My mortal coil starts slow

A quart low on motor oil

But when I hit go, I explode

I combust all that’s embroiled

These pieces that I’ve tried to kill on will alone

Well, they’re still in me

I cannot forget em, but now I forgive them

I think I’m beginning to rinse my bones

I take that big win, big loss

Still remain a boss, boss

Don’t wait up, I’m already gone

Already gone, how could I stop?

I can’t stop, I can’t stop

It goes quick, it goes quick

I can’t stop, this is it

It’s my only one

What I made

What I sung

What I’ve done

What I gave

What I love

Well, it’s my only one

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

We don’t kick the same bucket

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

Gotta say my ‘fuck its'

We don’t kick the same bucket

I am from the mad north north

Cold wind whipping up a tango

War, war of course

But in my mind I am on my tranquil

I am on the beach cutting mangos

With the blade that my girl cut your face with

She be on that take, take, better tuck your chain in

I be like chill

We could feel the trade winds

Lay in the sun, lay in the cut

They just rush up when they’re gut shot

They don’t come straight

They’ve been the same, working them angles since sandlot

They ain’t in game, they ain’t in game they just squawk from the backstop

I spot the cop, make a handoff

I know a hawk from a handsaw

All I’ve learned is it don’t relent

Spent to some extent

I feel the roulette exacts revenge

Inexactly

I thought so deep I caught the bends

A strange few years, I lost some friends

So I’m getting mine with them in mind

Fuck OK

Let’s be great