Contextual Analysis of "driver" in Lyrics

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mr cab driver don't like my kind of skin

when she builds a head a steam she be bustin' something loose

i want a screw driver

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she's a wicked rider

but i got bad habits that don't get me far these days

but i'm always the hitchhiker

the sheer lust of power makes me feel so good

pass you on the curve

there is no elite

driver's seat

when i remember my time with you

driver's seat

i'll show em where the heavy is

speeding up the runway

and are we all we'll ever know

i'm rolling

and goodbye was all she wrote

ghost driver in the night

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honey

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heading for a pit stop in the night

i'll be right beside her

her getaway driver

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do you have room inside your rig for a highway bum like me

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the table is turn;

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the table is turn;

two hands on the wheel of my fate. sweat running down my forehead. cars passing me like we're in a

guide me. cause on my own i'm nothing. looks like the road ahead. might be rought to atake. oh no

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And we're drivin' down dream street

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a blues you can't lose if you ain't drivin'

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a blues you can't lose if you ain't drivin'