Allday - Eyes on the Road Lyrics

Eyes on the road, yeah

Now I got the prettiest looker
Slap her on the butt like
"Gimme some sugar"
I don't 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, I'm all on my own
I can see my future and I think it is bright
But my parents keep saying a
Degree would be nice
But I tell 'em I don't need their advice
I'm driving 'round town
High beamin' my lights
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
I got nobody, I'm all on my own
It's 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 with nothing?

Seven lonely dollars in my bank account
Next month's rent in major doubt
Driving 'round 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, uh
My parents keep giving me a telling off
"You're twenty-one already, all that's in
Your head is rocks"
They say, maybe I should cut my hair short
But no, no, no, I don't care for it
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
I got nobody, I'm all on my own
Fuck you, fuck that, I just wanna get across
Everything is perfect right now
Hope it never stops
'Til I'm on the radio and I'm on the telly
And I'm living out these happy
Days like I'm Fonzarelli
Keep it in drive, eyes on the road
I got nobody, I'm all on my own
Yes, I don't have a 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
I'm breathing fresh air

Seven lonely dollars in my bank account
Next month's rent in major doubt
Driving 'round 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 OJ
Homemade bong, feel like a cake lord
I'm so baked on the home straight
Tryna drive home straight
Take a corner like I'm German made
I don't brake but I'm Aussie 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 don't explode my own skull
I'll probably die of stress
Beside myself like Siamese, all kinds of E's
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, well
He's trying to leave
It's funny 'cause they'll call
This my lyrical flow
The complexity of words near shit's me though
I know they're serious
I'm growing weary though
Fuck this verse, I'm nearly home, yeah