Lucky RAP?
Well sweatin’ way down here, in a paddock made o(f) stubble
Got me wonderin’ just why, do I put up with the trouble
Yeah, of going to the comps, then-a flying off XC
‘stead of kickin’ back at home, with a beer and MTV
Tell ya racing on the wind, just ain’t your average game
‘Cause ya gotta have the muscle, but ya gotta have a brain
And though you might get to thinkin’, that there can’t be that much to it
You aint never gonna know, less you get on down and do it.
There’s some makin it look easy, there some doin’ it with style
When they racing down a course, that can be a hundred mile
Then they flyin’ into goal, sometimes eighty mile an hour
Cross the line at fifteen feet, I say this is solar power
Well some pilots they may think, that it nuthin’ more than luck
But I tell you they are fast, ‘cause they never gettin’ stuck
Yeah, they flyin’ to the triggers, and they flyin’ to the core
And they flyin’ off to goal, and they addin’ to their score
So while I’m sweatin’ down here, in a paddock made o(f) stubble
While I’m-a wonderin’ just why, do I put up with the trouble
Yeah, I got myself some time, just to stop and have a think
And when you in bum fuck nowhere, there aint nothin’ cold to drink
Gotta try to fly it better, got myself a good suggestion
May not sound just like an answer, maybe sound more like a question
But these guys if they are lucky, can I ask you to explain
Why they always makin’ goal, why they beatin’ you again?