​lebowski lyrics

[Intro: Jeff Bridges & Sewerperson]
We love you, Timo
Y'know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, y'know
Given the nature of all this new sh*t, you know, it-it-it-it—
This could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh
Ayy, eight-track on my body, I pulled up in this vintage

[Chorus: Sewerperson & Jeff Bridges]
Huh, it's the hotline, pull this number out the bank
Yeah, I'm tryna kill time, drop this four inside my drank
Yeah, I'm tryna get mine, I could see it in my dreams
Stare out at the coastline, feel this sand beneath my feet
Yeah, and I roll up this blunt while shawty steer, I put it behind my ear
I had got way too antsy, oh, my gosh, I gotta smoke in here (Yeah)
Turnt up in the back seat, traffic blowin' past me
And I keep demons loaded in my mind, they tryna grab me
I'm the dude, so that's what you call me, you know?

[Verse 1]
Tracks, shuttin' down Don Mills
You could smell the f*cking gas, yeah
You could smell the pavement on the ground turnin' black (It's red hot)
You could smell the rubber burnin' off on the cat
Turn me up and I might break the f*cking ground, oh, let's go
Oh, keep bootin' me up
I might separate from the ground on my own (Swear)
Sometimes I feel I just need to be alone (Kill the phone, yeah)
Most the time, it's usually I'm just missin' home, it's cold (Out here)
[Bridge: Mark Pellegrino & Jeff Bridges]
Where's the f*cking money, sh*thead?
It's uh, uh, uh, it's down there somewhere, let me take another look

[Verse 2]
Its eight-track on my body, I pulled up in this vintage, yeah
A bad b*tch right my side, you know jealousy is a sickness, yeah
I promise I am not lyin' when I tell you just how I'm feelin', baby
This sh*t crossin' a line, you too fine, it's amazin'
I'm tryna rip you out that house, take you somewhere on vacation
On some nothin' to worry about vibes, I already made the payments
First time since my heart died I feel somethin' changin', I just had to face it
Really it's crazy what the pain did, huh

[Chorus]
It's the hotline, pull this number out the bank
Yeah, I'm tryna kill time, drop this four inside of my drank
Yeah, I'm tryna get mine, I could see it in my dreams
Stare out at the coastline, feel this sand beneath my feet
Yeah, and I roll up this blunt while shawty steer, I put it behind my ear
I had got way too antsy, oh, my gosh, I gotta smoke in here (Yeah)
Turnt up in the back seat, traffic blowin' past me
I keep demons loaded in my mind, they tryna grab me