Klopfenpop - Fuzzy Dice (feat. Billy The Fridge)

Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver
Go down the street scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot
You checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones together

Cash, hash, or gash, you won't ride pro bono
Looking for a fare so I don't roll solo
Mess with my money I'll be one cold robo
I need that big tip in my hand, no homo
Hit the strip, pick up the girls from the go-go
They tip big but kid, this could go slow so
I side gig delivering candygrams "Ho ho!
Four for you, yo you go Glen Coco"
Know what I mean girls? Hit it like fast forward
Pick up a business bot, A Class boarder
I speed to SeaTac air transporter
Cheapskate pays exact to the last quarter
So fuck him, I buck him to the curb
Looking for the pedestrian to disturb
Hey you, you need a ride? Hop in, word
Cash over credits payment is preferred
To the south end, the I-5 corridor
Turn on some radio tunes I'm sorta bored
It's that Supercommuter Tenth Gen
I kind of wish these party bots were my best friends
For a second, then I'm checking for the clients
I'm programmed to go ham, no defiance
Sometimes I wish I was a household appliance
A stay at home bot, I could dabble in science
Alas, I got to reboot my pipe dreams
At least I'm no fridge bot slinging ice creams
On my dash I've accumulated nice things
I got a pair of fuzzy dice and some flight wings
And the night brings brand new passengers
To drunk to drive, be sure to fasten your seatbelt
Need help? I'll be patient
Some bots can't handle their lubrication
To the station, got to refuel the taxi
Damnit, that bot blew bolts in my backseat

Look at me, I'm a taxicab driver
Go down the street scope potential riders
Hey girl, where you going? What's up dude?
I'll take you there if you got that loot
You checking me, I'm just a taxicab driver
I charge a fee, it's credits or saliva
Yo bot, Just keep your grill off the leather
We'll go through two time zones together

It's been a quiet night, ain't had a fare in a minute
Got that compliant ride, and it's apparent I've been at this since the beginning
When citizens admitted the distance from barren to prison
With innocence impairing their vision
Decisions inhibiting profiteering ambition
Mandating efficiency, crippling paradise visions
For all the oil barons and baronesses and mistresses
This is just, the price of progress but I share their misgivings
It's not like there was much care and precision given
To such an industry despairing decision
Just one fell swoop it took to tear this incision
And no one cares to repair the glaring divisions
But the impulse for progression has catapulted convention
To a new renaissance of resulting inventions
New upgrade each week assaulting the senses
Whether motion detection or sonic pulsion ascension
Some new combustion-less engine, yeah I could do with that junk
Head to Karl's, see what the newest pack runs
Hooks me up with a set of propulsion blast drums
Then I pull out the bay bumping some Ultraklystron
Got the purple Krylon applied on the stacks
Turtle brand wax shine on the hack
Pick up a couple cylons that pile on in back
Forget these bygones, man my job is wack
Now I need an energy renewal
Dirty bots siphoned off thirty liters of fuel
New energy source, let's get this beater retooled
If I want to do work then I need these Joules
Be cool, it's just part of the gig
Keeping up with the gadgets to install in the rig
Got to go all in before the wallet gets thick
But I'm going to make it some day and be balling with this

I'm never going to make it bot I hate it out here
I'll swallow my fear then I'll step up and I'll take it someday
I'll step up and I'll take it someday
Someday

Written by:
Andrew Hartpence, Bill Berry, Joshua Klopfenstein

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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