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kudu - goober spread lyrics

[intro]
it’s just 6 miles ’til i get my next new jar
of that super rich chunky goober spread for my bread
don’t know how much i need but from me
those little old planter’s peanut pickers get no rest

[verse 1]
i get to the store, grab it and head out the door
this is the time of my day that i’ve been waiting and waiting for
goobers on the leather
together were better
strapped up in my seat belt
hoping they can survive the ride in this weather
my stomach is grumbling
my foot is on the floor
hustling, trust in me
we will be home before you know it
but right as i say that, i see a car with flashing lights
the speakers telling me, “sir pull over and stop your ride”
they come to my window, and then they stick their face inside
they tell me “ah#ha#ha yep, there he is, we got the guy”
i stop him from talking, say “sir you’ve made a mistake, you really do not understand, i get this goober spread every day”
he says yes i know, you buy it everyday
but the problem here is that well, you never pay
i am lost in my conscience, becoming nauseous from this nonsense
i want it to stop but i am confident that this constant incompetence from the cop is all just nothing but a dream
then it comes to me
maybe it’s true all that i am seeing

[bridge: kudu and mother]
hi, mom
you’re not gonna believe what i’m doing right now but i.. (what?)
i have no time to explain just drive to the store i’ll see you, okay?
they’re gonna find me (who?)
i hear them coming i gotta go (who? who??)

[verse 2]
run, i gotta run
there ain’t no wasting time i hear voices but wheres it coming from
they’re onto me
i gotta change my name and hair, gotta leave this city
do i take the western route or do i leave it be?
what do i do now that the world is right in front of me?
someone save me

[verse 3]
i sit down under a tree then i pray
with these bruised hands i am wishing for the end of this day
now reality is coming in to play
i’ve made it this far how can i just throw it away
i want to cry for what i’ve done, this ain’t no fun
don’t want to steal another one, i want to become a good son
but i am bothered by this dumb little thing, just created a scene
i worry some more and then cry my self to sleep
the next day i wake up with a strange sort of confidence
i get up, straighten my hat and and forget all my wrongfulness
i follow the road home, but i am not scared
’cause it seems that those coppers were just really unprepared
the sirens, i hear them in the distance
my mind, wishing for my nonexistence
i’m a stupid guy, in need of assistance
i got in their sight, i’m not ready for the prisons
wrists are cuffed so tight, no energy for resistance
i’m out of time, i really tried
they put me in their car, then laugh at my face
i feel so many tears, i know that i’m a disgrace
i’m thrown in a cell and try to get used to the place
so many hours of my life will now just all go to waste

[outro]
it’s just 6 months ’til i get my next new jar
of that super rich chunky goober spread for my bread

- kudu lyrics

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