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hear from trash
Drag you out of your skanky flat and across the road and leave you with rash
I don’t want your cash but I’ll take your gash and I’ll

Something you should know
About to hit the road
I keep it on the low
But I miss your lips
Poison in your kiss
Only on the guest list
Baby, you the baddest

rich is for kids
Silly rabbit, being broke you can have it
Hit the road all week and kick back on the Sabbath
Pack your baggage, me and the Mrs. is

we ride hit the road tonight with my rhodonite and a few gemstones one of a kind Never been cloned
Life is so mysterious 
It's a long ride 
There's no

the lanes, rubbing the paint
Chasing the money, there's new roads to pave 
This an impossible mission, the studio kitchen
I'm gripping the pistol, good luck

fell through
One for the time where I fell for you
Face planted now but I won too
One for the time when the panic hit
Brought me down but I handled it

lookin' up, screaming
"Don't hit me!"

It's how that shit goes when you got a lot of goals
And not a lot of roads to walk down
Had to figure out how to get

basement

Before you can build
You gon need a foundation
We ina field
Know I need some salvation
I'm road running
From incrimination
Niggas not real
They

Got a story to tell to you
Somethings in life are better new
Sometimes you got to right the tide
Tomorrow is another day
Hit the road find your own

recognized for smothering my art
Got my brother in the car but we ain't going far
Each track is gas but to pass this road block's pretty hard
How you ganna say

meant for takin
Please don't play with my emotions
I don't usually get this open
35E long drive goin high speed cause I
Need to hit the gas sometimes

turning down the chicks you chasing
We don't really do the road stuff
But we out here looking for some jobs that could put us in a couple roadsters 
Stay in

to the bottom
I wallow in sorrows, by the start of tomorrow
New drug ill be tweaked to my peak off some shit
Sell all this pain stop, I pour up this rik
Houso

stomping grounds
Had to make my rounds making some money by shaking pounds
Gotta goal of 250 million at least
With collector fly shit on my feet, Rather

made some friends lost a few we were not on that level 
Life hit me down but I paddled 
Through the roads but I settled 
I'm fuming up like a kettle

Born in the heart of the corn rows
Flashing by when you drive down a county road
Raised on daddy's old record collection
Hank, Alabama,

head by my lonesome
I keep doing the motions
But I feel like I’ve been frozen
Now who can hear me calling out?
So many near me but all no sound
Yeah,

Hello and goodbye
Wrote you in a song
So that every night
They can sing along
We end on a high
Then I hit the road
Alone in the night

Every time I

been ridin round wit two glocks ya ya ya ya ya ya ya aye
Glock wit a dick watch me slide on em
Seven point six twos hit yo body watch your nigga die uh

snowin' out
I get caught up with emotions now
Hit the road I don't know where I'm goin' now
I don't know where I'm goin' now
But I ain't slowin' down
Said I

Searching the bottom of this bottle
Tryna look for the devil
I got a problem
I think somebody needs to address
Smoking cigs by the pack
Prolly die from

care that I was sleeping in mi caruha
You always knew it would be better in tha futua
Bought me clothes before I hit the road
Atm and cash she would let

and relapse into a land of dreams
But this crazy road is all I know, it's always been the path for me
Don't mind the fact I'm damaged, man, I had to be, I'm

Headed home 
Up the road
Im where they kant goooo

Im so full
Of this pain
But i cant let go

Ik they waitn for me 
Untill the gates clothesss
Rest