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Albums:

Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey Hey Hey (Pop Another Bottle) (Laurent Wéry) · Hey! Hey! Hey! (Rhoda Scott) · A Pentatonix Christmas (Pentatonix) · Pentatonix (Pentatonix) · Pentatonix (Pentatonix) · Hit the Road Jack and Other Classic Hits [Concord] (Ray Charles) · 101 - Hit the Road Jack: Best of Ray Charles (Ray Charles) · Hit the Road Jack (Ray Charles) · Hit the Road Jack (Connie Eaton) – and 90 other albums »


, Jack, and don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more
(Don't come back no more)

Hit
Hey You

Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my
Body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my
of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y'all talk
I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight?
For you
Hey, what's up doc?

Now I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
You was holding
so well, that I grabbed that gold, and
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
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She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream

My momma said, "That drama don't need it"
Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and
If you can keep it, you ain't
so well, that I grabbed that gold, and
I left his dead ass there by the side of the road
out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has
the niggas that the hoes keep pagin'
Gimme gimme gimme my gin and super-sak
Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock
Bust one shot if you're
Surprise, hey
I'm back with lightning and thunder
I heard you over saying that I'm a one-hit-wonder
You dumb or some, I went to refugees
Silly felony, when
uh, we got guts on the camera. 

"The Joker's Wild is brought to you by:" "Faygo!" 
Everybody sing! "Send ya' momma straight up to tha sto'! 
Tell
I'm the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood
Overstand hoe ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
By the lack of class, sat in the back
richer the Richie quickly
Niggas wanna hit me if they get me dress my body in linen by Armani
Check it, my lyrical carjack make your brun' splat 
High
bang! bang! (that's what I showed her)
Hey! make way for the drill team!
Hey! and the party we will bring!
Hey! make way for the drill team!
She ain't
heard a tappin' on the window as I woke up
'Neath an old newspaper in my pickup truck
The policeman said, 'boy, you better hit the road, jack
Get that
million ways to die so I chose
To get my life right by the end of the road
'Fore my body in a casket and I'm stiff and froze
'Fore I'm laying in a morgue
Killah)
The hit came quick
Hit the jack, star six
Ghost

Put down the phone stupid
Wipe off your prints

Rae ran hysterically
Slipped on soap
Landed on his
Killah)
The hit came quick
Hit the jack, star six
Ghost

Put down the phone stupid
Wipe off your prints

Rae ran hysterically
Slipped on soap
Landed on his
boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and 
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack 
And big Steve
the club like "What up?! I got a hit song!"
I'm so pumped, I bought some clothes from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe is so so frosty
The people like
Machavellian approaches executed by the coach
I'm in these streets like a ghost
The air-jettin' artist
To the love, I hit 'em right plus I hit the hardest, man
I
Lookin for a 'soul brother straight from mecca'
But niggas try to play me like Woody Woodpecker
EdAd's, never needed knee pads, black
So hit the road
degree saunas

You can act if fool if you want to- biatch
It's this lyrical piranha- strapped with a grenade in a pool with yo' mama
Attack her by
Hey Macklemore? can we go thrift shopping?

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