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in a life as it happens
Play by play, minute by minute
This is the way of life as it happens
Day by day, hour by hour

[Chorus]

Sherri runaway
Whassup baby?
Damn like that? Can't even speak?
I ain't tryin to fuck, just tryin to holla, say whassup
Let me ask you somethin baby
Is that
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy this is no machine your talkin' to
Can't you tell this is Austin and I
should have listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy this is no machine your
should have listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy this is no machine your
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy this is no machine your talkin' to
Can't you tell this is Austin and I
to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done before we bail, I ain't tryin to go to jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these
to Texas
It's just the kind of placed where I should be
Yea there's a lot of room 
Beneath that southern moon
Texas your a good ol' state by me

Uah
You say your bags are packed
You won't be coming back
You'll hit I-35 and be in cow town by tonight
In Austin, here with me
Ain't where you want
Picked up on my phone in Houston 
Everybody answered, everybody answered but they won't say why 
Then this dancer grabbed me down by the bus stop
a ride, tryin' to bum a ride,
Tryin' to bum a ride.

Nobody seem to know me,
Everybody pass me by.

Well, I'm standin' on a highway
Tryin' to hold
Then it wouldn't have taken me so long
To know where I belong
And by the way boy this is no machine your talkin' to
Can't you tell this is Austin and I
been to San Antone
But the worst by far than I've ever been was when I've been alone
Tomorrow night I'm in Austin I've got some old friends there
Cause
and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die
Now my waitin's over
As the final hour drags by
I ain't about to tell you
That I don't deserve
grinning by the shadow of a pop star
My girlfriend is a stripper named Steve
Lost Sherri though I begged, "Don't leave"
And she left for Italy with Johnny
just stood up and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die

Now my waitin's over
As the final hour drags by
I ain't about to tell you
Ridiculous for me to see
When I think about the real gone stories
And how time holds the winning hand
I can tell by the lines on our faces
And the young
to keep my block soad up 
Tryin to keep my block soad up 
Tryin to keep my block soad up 
Tryin to keep my block soad up 

You can find me on the other
Break out the whiskey and a bottle of wine
Take your shirt off bitch, and chop me out a line
Dim the lights down low, turn up the stereo
Don't say
up to the punks tryin' to diss me 
Talkin' mad shit 'cause they miss me 
Reminisce me because they use to talk head about my rhymes
And when they
Between me and her is all but Tennessee

But she loves me like I'm Elvis
She treats me like I just might be the king
She won't mad if I'm never famous
the lonely, dead of midnight
In the dimness of the twilight
If you meet me, by the lamplight
I'll be around

And I'm tryin' for the come down
And my room,
To the end, nigga
I'm tryin to make the loot loop

[ VERSE 1 ]
I ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, wish you'd quit callin me that
Although I still pack straps I
follow other people's dreams. 
They were told by a friend of a friend of a friend. 
Music made to be used and forgotten again like a whore, like a pair
hit the County in the mix
"Name and last three!"  Austin, oh-six-six
By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
And me I'm at the ranch makin pruno