Songtext von How's My Driving, Doug Hastings?

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!