Fuzzy Dice ft. Billy The Fridge Lyrics

Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver

Go down the street scope potential riders

Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?

I'll take you there if you got that loot

You checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver

I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva

Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather

We'll go through two time zones together

Cash, hash, or gash, you won't ride pro bono

Looking for a fare so I don't roll solo

Mess with my money I'll be one cold robo

I need that big tip in my hand, no homo

Hit the strip, pick up the girls from the go-go

They tip big but kid, this could go slow so

I side gig delivering candygrams "Ho ho!

Four for you, yo you go Glen Coco"

Know what I mean girls? Hit it like fast forward

Pick up a business bot, A Class boarder

I speed to SeaTac air transporter

Cheapskate pays exact to the last quarter

So fuck him, I buck him to the curb

Looking for the pedestrian to disturb

Hey you, you need a ride? Hop in, word

Cash over credits payment is preferred

To the south end, the I-5 corridor

Turn on some radio tunes I'm sorta bored

It's that Supercommuter Tenth Gen

I kind of wish these party bots were my best friends

For a second, then I'm checking for the clients

I'm programmed to go ham, no defiance

Sometimes I wish I was a household appliance

A stay at home bot, I could dabble in science

Alas, I got to reboot my pipe dreams

At least I'm no fridge bot slinging ice creams

On my dash I've accumulated nice things

I got a pair of fuzzy dice and some flight wings

And the night brings brand new passengers

To drunk to drive, be sure to fasten your seatbelt

Need help? I'll be patient

Some bots can't handle their lubrication

To the station, got to refuel the taxi

Damnit, that bot blew bolts in my backseat

Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver

Go down the street scope potential riders

Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?

I'll take you there if you got that loot

You checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver

I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva

Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather

We'll go through two time zones together

It's been a quiet night, ain't had a fare in a minute

Got that compliant ride, and it's apparent I've been at this since the beginning

When citizens admitted the distance from barren to prison

With innocence impairing their vision

Decisions inhibiting profiteering ambition

Mandating efficiency, crippling paradise visions

For all the oil barons and baronesses and mistresses

This is just, the price of progress but I share their misgivings

It's not like there was much care and precision given

To such an industry despairing decision

Just one fell swoop it took to tear this incision

And no one cares to repair the glaring divisions

But the impulse for progression has catapulted convention

To a new renaissance of resulting inventions

New upgrade each week assaulting the senses

Whether motion detection or sonic pulsion ascension

Some new combustion-less engine, yeah I could do with that junk

Head to Karl's, see what the newest pack runs

Hooks me up with a set of propulsion blast drums

Then I pull out the bay bumping some Ultraklystron

Got the purple Krylon applied on the stacks

Turtle brand wax shine on the hack

Pick up a couple cylons that pile on in back

Forget these bygones, man my job is wack

Now I need an energy renewal

Dirty bots siphoned off thirty liters of fuel

New energy source, let's get this beater retooled

If I want to do work then I need these Joules

Be cool, it's just part of the gig

Keeping up with the gadgets to install in the rig

Got to go all in before the wallet gets thick

But I'm going to make it some day and be balling with this

I'm never going to make it bot I hate it out here

I'll swallow my fear then I'll step up and I'll take it someday

I'll step up and I'll take it someday

Someday