Michael Franti & Spearhead Gas Gauge Lyrics

At days arrival one man at the table

Eatin’ corn flakes checkin out the paper

His brother walks in from a hard nights caper

Half hungover and looking for his pager

What’s in the news today did we find a saviour

Nah I’m just looking for some part time labor

By the way did you remember put the gas in my ride

Or must I remind ya how I lost my last job

Chill with all that chatter

Ya know ya need to stall

Trust me baby bro that’s what big brotha’s for

Uh uh, I got interviews today

So don’t even front about my broken gas gauge

By the way things are looking it’s a very good day

If I could ever find my wallet I’ll be on my way

Bigger brotha steps to his girlfriend’s place

Just then the phone rings and it was moms to say

Remind ya big brotha it’s your cousin’s birthday

And I’ma need a half dozen eggs for the cake

No problem moms I’ll tell him later in the day

But now I can’t find my wallet gotta go I’m late

[Chorus]

The world’s in your hands

Don’t waste… don’t waste your time

Back to the saga

The car wouldn’t start up JJJJhhhh..JJJJhhhh there he goes

Now he’s rolling like a baller

Out of the city and into the woods

For a job with a hammer where the pay is good

Reaches in the back seat for his favorite tape

Uuuh a condom from his brotha’s last date

Damn my lazy no good brotha

And just as he says it, the car starts to sputter

And sputter, until it outright stops

The gas tank empty, not even a drop

I’m gonna choke that nigga when I reach my spot

Three miles from no place and now I gotta walk

To the top of the hill and down again

’round the bend page my broth from the old fruit stand

The phone ring rings yo it’s me your big brotha

I told ya not to sweat me when I’m laying with my lover

What! You punk ass broke muthafukka

I told ya cut the crap when it came to my endeavors

Chill baby bro and don’t even start it there’s a gallon in

The trunk and if ya need more fart it

Some of my shit along with ya lost wallet

Is in the glove box kid, the mystery solv-en

Take what’s yours and leave mine where ya saw it

My baby’s calling gotta go stay solid

[Chorus]

So he hung up the phone in a rush to leave

I forgot to tell my brotha ’bout the cake recipe

Star 69 so he pushed it in

But by now the bigger brotha was pursuing some skins

The phone ring rings – don’t answer it

It’s my little brotha calling fuckin’ with me again

So he beeped him back a one two more times

But he was already naked with his Valentine

Damn – I Gotta – get back to the ride What the hell’s

Going on with this day of mine,

Once again up the hill down the other side

What the fucks a cop doin’ snooping by my ride

yo officer – check it – out everything is fine

I just ran outta gas and now I’m running outta time

Slow down boy this ain’t no race

I can tell you kinda people ain’t from this place

Tell ya what turn around put ya hands on the hood

And ya best act good just like a good boy should

Listen up holdup – I’m speaking the truth

See I’m just trying to get to this here job interview

Shut them lips boy don’t let ’em get no bigger

Or I’m gonna have to say I was attacked by a nigger

Now if you wanna make it through the morning with me

I suggest you wise up and show me valid I.D.

Chill man – awright – problem – we solve it

My brotha put my wallet in the glove box compartment

Aw’ight you can get it but ya don’t move quick

Just remember I’m behind ya with a full up clip

He opens up the box and to their surprise

Out pops a wallet and the bigger brothers nine

The cop shouts “Freeze”

Raise ya hand kid he reaches for his wallet

And the cop goes blam

Damn – pulp fiction in the car

Another dead homey tryin’ a find a job

MMM MMm MMm

Back at the crib bigger brotha laying up and girlfriend says

Maybe you should give ya little brother a call

And don’t forget it’s ya cousin’s birthday after all

I will in a minute please let me be

I think he left me a message on the message machine

Big brotha – I’m gonna be home late

And I’m afraid that my day has been great

Can I remind you if it’s not too late

To get a half dozen eggs for the birthday cake