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like casper
Now I just follow the One that is Holy
Everybody say that I'm looking different cuz they see the light of Jesus I been glowing
I hit that

I go straight down East Houston Street 
The marquee reads “Cabaret next week” 
I step over Billy who tied one on 
Drinking Jim or Jack or Johnny

hustlin
Hasn't amounted to something 
But still I strive 
And hit the road
Comeback season 
Nothing Like Jack
I'm Ray Charley on the roll
Blinded by

public
So fuck it
I’ll pat myself up on the back
In fact
While I’m drinkin some Daniels
I’ll tell em to hit the road jack
I’m better by myself
Yeah that’s

thought of wifing
Hit me, told me come back home and that's enticing
Just to front on me as soon as I arrived
Like 80 plus on the dash, still had my permit

imma make these words back bend so eh...
You may wanna stretch a bit
Because this yoga flame I spit is sure to get me sued by a few capcom executives

stuck yeah they frozen

Easygoing but I can be ice cold 
Like Jack get ya bags you can pack up and hit the road
Ten toes down I'll never fold
Look into my

don’t fuck with trends, but I fuck with Gucci (Gang)
Never been on the road like jack
So I can live like a CEO (Bezos)
I never had to worry bout straps

You been missin'
It's been silent for awhile 
Feeling iffy
So I do it my way
My road 
My vision 
Look
Sometimes it get distorted
I'll admit it like

Smoking on dope to relax huh
I'm getting paper lil n*gga thats fax huh
I hit the road they call me Jack
Had to put my hands in the air cause my neck say

most fellas can’t handle it
Eating alone in the dark
Then she sparks a flame it’s romantic and candle lit
I was stuck in a stupor
Seduced by Medusas, but

looking back
Ain't no looking back
Un
I stuff my clothes in a duffle bag
Yea I stuff my goals in the duffle bag
Hit the road like a nigga jack
I Flipped

lets hit the road and run away
To the moon and through the stars we're blasting off to outer space, aye
Me and you girl we can't be stopped and we're

Boys get popped have they girl locked up too
Everybody in the house getting locked up
No licks where you lay ya head 
Can't lay ya head where you hit

We dont lost a few guys on this road to the prize
But they was praying on my demise still i rise 
Go to war i think you shouldnt all my niggas crooked

roller in it for the steaks
Jack of all trades cards up my sleeve
Now all 4 queens wanna stay at my place damn
That’s a full house
Man I been Trippin I

Couldn't jack the wave but now  wanna sit by us
No one knows trials and tribulation
My niggas smoking weed for mediation and recreation forreal
It's getting

Upgraded to tellys 
No more chilling in lobby's 
GlizzyWorld is my Label 
And ima jack it proudly 
Swear to god ima make it
Got it tatted on my body

could just pack up and go
Make like Jack and hit the road, don't come back here no more
I'm runnin' after my goals and things I cannot control
I just pray

jack
Don't listen to fiction I'm stronger than that
My prophecy and my prediction's a fact
Now they feel the friction this my habitat
My hieroglyphics

Call me Jack cuz I hit the road
More like rolling down the slope 
But this is the path that I fucking chose
Popping all these pills might over dose
 All

ol' horse
We just want our noisy city back
Have a safe trip, hit the road jack

Why don't you get lost somewhere else
A thousand miles away, more

Ina field like a line back, 

You ain’t ready for the game just enjoy the sideline Now,

See you Tryna creep you ain’t never look behind Jack, 

Soon

for my drive I won’t ever hit the brakes. 

I’m just preaching to the trenches you can call me TD Jakes, and I knew one day they would leave so I went