Allday – Eyes On The Road lyrics

[Intro]

Eyes on the road, yeah

[Verse 1]

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 beam on 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?

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 3]

Fucking bottle of whatever mixed with O.J

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 break

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 shits me though

I know they’re serious, I’m growing weary though

Fuck this verse, I’m nearly home, yeah