Lyrics: Thomas Cully
Music: Thomas Cully
I know, he’ll always be on time
He drives to get to school for nine
In snow, he keeps a cautious eye
Cruise slow, he wrestles with the grind, yeah.
And I will never trust another man to get me home,
My dad in his cab
He was driving through the nineties, no better man to call than
My dad in his cab
Smooth ride, suspension like a dream
Inside, he’ll always keep it clean
Road maps, he drives without the screen
Car snacks, your personal cuisine.
And I will never trust another man to get me home,
My dad in his cab
He was driving through the nineties, no better man to call than
My dad in his cab
He wanna go where you say you trying to get to
My dad, his cab
Nobody knows how to cut through traffic like he do
My dad, his cab
He wanna go where you say you trying to get to
When he’s alone he plays the tunes, driving to the grooves
My dad in his cab