Lyrics:
prayin' you'll protect
Me on this road
From the rascal alf-alphabet boys
Trackin' choppers in the highway patrol
It ain't right, but it's white and it's
line up
Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up
Fresh pair a Nike, me nuh beat no designer
Pretty bad bitch from North Carolina
Yeah, me
stick around long enough to get old
I just wanna live in North Carolina
I wanna ride the Blue Ridge Highway
Until my brain explodes
I wanna like myself
I
of them,
[Chorus]
Brothers of the highway, children of the wind,
That Detroit diesel pirate ship goes rollin' out again,
Sailin' for that settin' sun,
patrol car
Oh lord I´ve got to pay that bill, Carolina´s still far
In North Carolina's where I'll dig my grave,
Next to the tree at highway marker 61.
A gun to my head, a lady in bed;
I'm two provisions from a fall.
don't don't do it (Simon says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
Whoa Ferguson, Oh Baltimore
Raleigh, North Carolina (but you know)
They're gonna do it
do it
(Something says)
Don't do it, don't don't do it
Whoa Ferguson, oh Baltimore
Raleigh, North Carolina
But you know, they're gonna do it anyway
of MC the people venerate
Between New York, LA and Johannesburg is my mental state
But highway patrol pull me over cause my dealer plates
Watch my
died a year ago
I was still tryin' to find my way back whole
Went to work for the INS on the line
With the California Border Patrol
Bobby Ramirez
know how we do it yeah
I recorded this in my Larry June hoodie
Omaha to North Carolina
Highway all goodie
I don't trust my mama
Hell yeah
I'm gone be
fools in Louisiana ridin dirty
Mister Chris ridin' dirty, all my fools in Atlanta ridin' dirty
South Carolina, North Carolina, ridin' dirty
Flippin',
fools in Louisiana ridin dirty
Mister Chris ridin' dirty, all my fools in Atlanta ridin' dirty
South Carolina, North Carolina, ridin' dirty
Flippin',
the rear view
North Mississippi gettin' read your rights ain't now way to spend a Saturday night
cnd oh its a big inside outlaw parade
It's Jamey
died a year ago
I was still tryin' to find my way back whole
Went to work for the INS on the line
With the California Border Patrol
Bobby Ramirez
East, West, South, North
Green grass, blue skies, night time, city lights
Carolina, California, ya gotta love showbiz
Now I know why they say home is
And I made my confession to the highway patrol
I said, "I was lost but now I'm finally found"
Well, she gave me a ticket anyway
And I didn't put up
push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the North, to the South, to the whole Carolina-lina
Let me tell you how it
and I'm
Riding down the highway
On my way to the studio
Gotta go 'cause I slept late
I just came back from cool ass Cali
Where Mandy was bumpin' MC
Ren's
got the prettiest eyes
In a ballroom, or a dance floor
On a mountain, or a lakeshore
On Highway 4, heading north
I'm gonna love you
From the rolling
Carolina always on my mine
North Seattle driving in the rain
Deep beneath a subway train
Or high above an airplane
Chicago may have views
Atlanta
Highway 95, cutting throught the trees
On the border of North Carolina, paper mill on the breeze
Here I took my first ten steps, dreamed by first big
to live
One morning Jose was off to work
Got stopped by the highway patrol
No papers, no visa, Jose was sent to prison
Deported to Honduras family ripped
behind
It's been a long time since we rode the highway one
The guitars in the backseat, seatbelts on
Watch the speed limit, we're on a stolen car
Beware
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