Blast Off from the Backyard Lyrics

Hands on the wheel, don't look down

Put your wallet on the dashboard by your crown

Feel up the feels, tight round your face

Wishing wipers offer warm embrace

I played at The Ransack last night, lost all my cash

Stolen tip jar, tear stained plastic bag

The homies helped my heart up and marched it back to home

Step up last one, one more all alone

There's lunch on the table, the shoe doesn't fit

Blast off from the backyard, playtime with the kids

There's lunch on the table, the shoe doesn't fit

Blast off from the backyard, come back whole again

I chiseled out a song in my sleepy disposition and read cats cradle with a friend

But the bottle doesn't match my anger, laughter's drifting to the right with all the sunshine in your eyes

There's lunch on the table, the shoe doesn't fit

Blast off from the backyard, playtime with the kids

There's lunch on the table, the shoe doesn't fit

Blast off from the backyard, come back whole again

And it goes like blood on the table, I spit in a fit

Found myself in the corner, hating what I did

There's blood on the table, I spit in a fit

Blast off from the backyard, come back whole again

And it goes like blood on the table, I spit in a fit

Found myself in the corner, hating what I did

There's blood on the table, I spit in a fit

Blast off from the backyard, come back whole again

Blast off from the backyard, come back whole again