Ham Radio (31)

I got my Ham Radio on It spits nothing but truth as I drive this ol' truck my what beautiful taste These Roads take up every part of what I got left Hit the road home just when the job says Done 'O' Clock The timeline is fraying in cake batter smothered for more life This bog bubbles green with envy Tread lightly in this place I'm bad at math So don't even try The Caveman and the Cowboy both know my name I just want to eat butter and f*ck I'm a blackout wipe out skeleton crew Hit the road home just when the job says Done 'O' Clock The timeline is fraying in cake batter smothered for more life This bog bubbles green with envy Tread lightly in this place If this makes sense Shut up and cry In these woods Roll me up and see what I am I'm somebody's type Just Not Yours Ghost of the holy take no bounty on I