Lyrics

Driving in the car, singing 311 shit
Driving in the car, singing 311 shit

(Yeah) You feel a million miles away
Another hemisphere, a new world, got to be brave
Father, don't forsake me, for he knew not what he did,
Raised a kid with belt and fist; then, what good is [bliss] this?

If you can't reminisce with people and the music that you miss
Like the prom and the first date kiss, that’s if you remember this
Jamming on that Snoop Dogg, mixed with Too Short, saying ​"Bitch!"
Incubus, and everybody singing 311 shit

You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing’s going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searching for a sign

Driving in the car, singing 311 shit
Driving in the car, singing 311 shit

Water, cleanse me like John the Baptist
They say Jesus washed the feet of all the masses
Beautiful words depict ya’, like the Word in the Scripture
But nothing more stunning than the scenery in your picture

The greenery and the liquor, with a mixer in my pitcher
Little bit richer like the sweet ingredients baking up in my Swisher
It's official, my dismissal from the world wouldn't be so dismal
(as) Long as I chisel my initials in the sky before I fizzle

You live too far away
Your voice calls out to me everyday
I'm going to fly away
Nothing’s going to stop the sunshine
Sail away, sail away
Searching for a sign

Driving in the car, singing 311 shit
Driving in the car, singing 311 shit

© 3.12.14 Christopher A. Zambrano, Guayacali Music (BMI), Ivan Pacheco, Guayacali Music (BMI)