The Fast & The Furriest Lyrics

Lobster flip-flops, flips-off a dead stare

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

Stowed in a tote of notes and broke bones

Was an old violin and bow covered in pet hair

Started off in a black Toyota

Cruising with Luke Skywalk and my boy Yoda

With a pet fish and stars out akimbo

Cigarette lit and arm out the window

Pedal to the metal till the motor stops

I hit the drive thru sipping on a polar pop

I'm in the distance, mystic, mysteriouser than mist is

Fuel injector feel inferior to the pistons

Rolling like a G, peace sign out the sun roof

When you're whipping like me you feel a little aloof

I'm a deadpan blur and the noise of biggie

Making a left-hand turn to avoid the piggies, yup!

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

Stoned to the bone with bald face and red hair

Still so unknown like the men of Roanoke

And no one knows when he'll be bestowed a throne

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

I'm on the left side steering to sorrow in AZ

You can't survive here in a car with no A/C

Plumes of fog permeate the fields of bison

Fumes and smog make quick work of the horizon

Desert drawn by Salvador Dali

Mountains probably hiding El dorado guarded by the goddess Kali

Bug on the dash, strap on the seat and the rug covered in trash in the back

Speeding, we're meeting the plug, laughing

Cause we know we'll slow down when we're riding dirty

Of the furious fast family we're neither worthy

Cept for having fun when we're mobbing in the ghetto

Quoting Brian O'Connor and Dominic toretto

Star out of my vein, slobber and greasepainting

Jump a car out of a plane and rob a police station

Seeking out a diner where there are charred menus

When you get inside tell them all large Marge sent you

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

Stoned to the bone with bald face and red hair

Still so unknown like the men of Roanoke

And no one knows when he'll be bestowed a throne

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

Still strange, more Doc Badlove

Ski mask on his face, V12, black gloves

Easy for these thieves to rob a bank

When everybody sees an impossible caper

Misguided miscreants, lost in the wayward

Possum and Grey wolf, cops and the gangsters

Easy for the sauce and the cake

To just blind you and get you accosted and raped

Storm bank trucks, driving in formation

Liberate papes from the lords of the day shift

Four days to the bordering states

Maybe more than a taste of the exploitaish

Corona homeboys, stars to view

Now time for the all important barbecue

Have a laugh and a cry, reminisce, looking back

With a beer in your hand and some pussy in your lap, c'mon

Nowhere to go and all day to get there

Stoned to the bone with bald face and red hair

Still so unknown like the men of Roanoke

And no one knows when he'll be bestowed a throne

Nowhere to go and all day to get there