[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