[Intro]

I'm depressed, yeah

[Sample]

I know you got 'em, I got 'em too

I got 'em through the night

[Verse 1]

Well [?] comes a Blowed fan club

Asking me all kinds of outlandish questions

Like if I heard that tape of theirs

To be quite honest, I haven't, so I just give 'em blank stares

But one said, "You know, Busdriver, I think you're an asshole

And your shit's so weak that it makes my tummy hurt

And when I heard the sound, I didn't feel like I got my money's worth

I think I can serve you right where you stand, you're dead"

Young man, you didn't harm a hair strand on my head

[Hook]

Cos I got them wack rapper blues!

I got them wack rapper blues!

And I don't know where they came from

I don't know you, you don't know me

Doing that punk thing by CD

Via the stream [?]

Sold out from the Project Blowed

[?] cool with Southern Cal

So buy my shirt, don't be stubborn, pal

[Bridge]

Get on my shit, all of it

Surprise yourself

Yeah

I've got them underground hip-hop blues, Yeah

Something like that

[Verse 2]

All my money in the world are some pennies in a dresser drawer

So I made my way to the indie megastore

And I ain't taking no excuses a CD buyer has to offer

Cos I'd have made my payments on my TV, dryer, and washer

He looked me dead in the eye and said, "I can't buy this week!"

I said, "What the fuck!" in a high-pitched shriek!

I said, "Are you friends with or do you know 'Driver?"

He said, " I don't care he can hang himself from a blow dryer," I got those

[Hook]

I got those CD on consignment blues (Yeah!)

And they're charging me every dirty thing that I believe

And they haven't paid me, it's certainly my big pet peeve (Yeah!)

Check it out

[Verse 3]

Now they call me "Driver!"

But promoters call me pond scum!

They say "You know, you're pretty dope, man

But you ain't going nowhere in the long run"

Project Blowed was vocoded on the back of a cardboard boxcar menu

No, my car door's not locked

I invite you inside of my microcosmic bubble

I've taken the advice of the Project Blowed

Into the living legends but I'm still here

With those (Yeah!)

Janky-ass promoters blues (Janky-ass promoters)

And when I perform, I stage my death

To collect my money, so that I can pay my rent

[Hook]

I got some early hip-hop blues

I'm performing in the L ring

I'm performing in your girl's house

I'll be performing in your town soon

[Outro: Busdriver, Drive-Thru Girl, and Car Passenger]

What was that?

Hi, may I take your order?

Yes, um, well actually

I would like a rubber shoe, branded with a number 2

You want number 2?

Actually, give me number 25

Excuse me?

You know what, it was a beautiful day

[laughing]

You know, I can't do it right