Lyrics:
shit look so pressure
Bikelyfe run the city nigga did you get the message
Racing the highway just to see who bike the fastest
Ya Spend the block
no Thots
Drawing the line I'm connecting the dots
If anyone cross it I'm taking the shot
[H
Yeah I'm getting there, Step by step by step by step by
She’s a truck stop nun.
Hangs out on the Highway,
Makes her living on the By-way.
With her pile of books she gets some looks,
She’s a truck stop nun.
of space, getting weaker
Along came a ship with the girl that was in it
She looked like a cross between Bob Morenna(?) and Gidget
She said "Hey man, can I
then doused with a bottle of rum
My mind takes off like a rocket
Makes my sanity blow a sprocket
Manifest mental mania, gimme Percocet
Misery hittin my
all these rappers
They be posin' like models
Fully loaded and I'm goin' full throttle
(Aye) mana potion, mix it by the bottle
Switchin' up the flow, I'm
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
village
I met a man and he was blind
As I helped him cross the high-way
Oh! lord I cried thy burdens are greater than mine.
I can see the light of day
If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down
Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do now
Think I'm
on point
If my paint is drippin' now
Just wait til the sun's down
That 850 rocket turbo is eatin' the streets loud
I'm shittin' on all of those
The cream
on through the USA
Stopped off at Niagara taking pictures of the falls
Tried to cross the border were accosted by the law
People down in Texas from
the way
Truth written over time
Spirit man on Go
Like a rocket on the line
Jesus died on the cross
Blood drippin to the ground
He descended into Hell
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
it's over!
And even bottle of wine
Couldn't change this, I'm still sober
So don't cross the line
You drew yourself, Be stronger
Once on my mind
But now
Grab a bottle
(Grab a bottle)
Throw it up
(Throw it up)
Hit em wit that
(Hit em with that)
D-Double cup
(Double Cup)
Go put ya hands in the air
One
Bottle in the ocean full of dutches and these backwoods for this weed that I be smoking
Man I hear these niggaz talking
I really be walking
Before I end up
The lights of Portland off in the distance
As if lightning bugs swarmed
Duck and turn off the flashlight when cars drive by
We'll mark the highway rock
cup, cologne in the air
It's all good over here
It's my way or the highway
Yeah I keep it lit
I go get the bag
AK in the trunk, 45 by my waist
It's big
And while you do that G-T's pullin' up
Yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell a doctor go and get my meds right
(Three, two, one)
Lullaby Tom Petty I'm goin' down, goin down
Ooh, rock and roll baby
Underwater in a deep dream
Rocket ship go to the moon
In
I've been sideways
Driving fast on the highway
I can't forget your ass
I'm the bad guy
But you knew that by now
By now
You ain't my type
I only say
At the end of the day
I'm on my way
Home on the highway
Thank God it's Friday
Max Normal in '95
You know the vibe
Push some overtime clock out
Then
to A street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads by
Bottle rockets without a doubt
And the blood sweat shivers running through these veins
(we were shakin', yeah we were shakin')
It kills me to know some
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