Lyrics:
where I'm going and I hear it calling me
Oh, take me home
'Cause I must've gotten lost when I was looking down the road
Oh, I think I missed the exit
that unicorn on the road to love!
I'm on the road, I'm on the road to love
I'm on the road, I'm on the road to love
Get your hot rods ready to rumble
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
sawed off
I'll knock on ya door and shoot ya motherfuckin' head off
See murder a real fuckin' natural born killah for realah my nigga
I'm badder
the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car
at the Carny grounds
And they getting swallowed by their very own greed
Dark carnival and wicked clowns because we need
Three little piggies to make a piggy
third wheel one
By a random
Please don't
3am I'm dying
3am I'm flying
3am I'm crying
3am I miss you the most
R.i.p. the old J
Lily by the door way
R.i.p.
cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob of the door you escape through
Go in like a knot, don't be
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin
But down the slope in my toboggan
Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin
Now it's
the record, cool, I'm with it
Let the rhythm take you, shake it cause it makes you
As I turn the knob to the door, you'll escape through
Go in like a knot,
friends, no
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki
Kick that ho right through the door (TR3YWAY)
I
nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up,
down in the fuckin parking lot
[Shaggy 2 Dope]
Tall Jess, Jump Steady, and Nate the Mack
Tagged ICP by the train tracks
And it was on, the dawn
We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers. Now wearin'
my dyes, 'cause I'm not stupid, muther f**kers. They're out to take our
Sunshine gon' come with rainy days, Codiene take the pain away
Kobe at the three, while down by two, Dwayne gon' fade away
I know they hate I made
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On the mean streets of New York, everyone has
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
Front no kicker, Glocks spitter
Black and gold flack across my face when I get you
Three women tipping, turning up the alpine sure
I'm fakin'
timeless
Watching Toy Story 3 that's a great fucking movie
City of Jimi, Kurt, Quincy
City of me, Eddie, and Bruce Lee (whoa)
King of the road I drive
packed and I'm loadin' my truck to go meet the crew
And I'm excited to get on the road, already one foot out the door
Turn around and it's my daughter,
Gonna be missing you
Walking the streets of a steel gray dawn
You know the next flight is the one I'll be on
Fires burning down by the railroad tracks
uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on, uh
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Knockin', knockin'
Knockin', knockin', knockin' doors down, showin'
[Prodigy]
Yo you catch chills, P stimulates your eardrum
Tastebuds, more higher than drugs, my song take all
I blastoff on the track law
My shit is pure
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