Lyrics:
The blue skies of home are calling me today
I woke up in some other state that ain't my kind of place
I wish the ground I walked on were rolling
Highway, highway
At night
In the middle of My Way
My Way, all right
In the middle of Time On
Time On My Side
In the middle of life
Life is, life is
I write
Give me my high pride while I'm still alive, ight
Got kids and a wife, ight
Gotta fish me a bitch to the middle of the night
Maybe you can
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green and flowin' mountains
To the south lands by the shore
She's mighty tall
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I stood on the Atlantic Ocean
The wide Pacific shore
To the queen of the flowing mountains
To the southbell by the door
She's long
wasn't enough, we had to chase that shit
You ain't write it' nigga, we caught ya, can't erase that shit
And you claimin' you HOV now? Why you state that
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the green old flowing mountains to the south down along the shore
She's mighty tall
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
From the queen of glowin' mountains to the south hills by the shore
She's mighty tall
were trumpets, c'mon, can you jump it?
Off over the Atlantic
Took the soul for granted
Air stole the soul like a bandit
Conditioning
Motown Stax put
know (don't look surprised now, nigga)
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (yeah)
And we go, and we go (it's the king, bitch)
Ayy, in the middle
know (don't look surprised now, nigga)
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (yeah)
And we go, and we go (it's the king, bitch)
Ayy, in the middle
From the great Atlantic ocean to the wide Pacific shore
Green old flowing mountains to the southbell by the shore
Mighty tall and handsome and known
you see de punk give him you middle finger
Cah dem a fa**yhole and dem can't stand round dem
Ragga twins and Skrillex man
Gwan drop de bomb pon dem
night, midnight, Atlantic City
Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off
Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'd off
Cigars,
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
A Partner On The Coast And Somehow you Never Get It Back,And You can't Go Get Him With A
Gat,'cause If you Do That The State Will Separate You From Your
'Cause if you do that
The state will separate you from your brats
Chillin' with the killers and rats
I'm in a race for time
They wanna replace my mind
Type spoken true zonin out in the vocal booth
How I do that? Found new raps with tight blonde streaks in the middle
Or die blue black
Q grill write
gonna see what them racket boys can do
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
And the D.A. can't get no relief
Gonna be a rumble out
or a message
Till you been there you won't get well
I was sitting in a room I'd never recognize it
With a picture before my eyes
I've been sleeping in the middle
to a whole other level
Complain
Middle finger up, let's see them hanging
Leaders of this world, display their bodies swinging
Keep the hopes up, keep fighting
out the backwoods, no tears cried
I threw an old Coke bottle at the state line sign
Didn't turn around to say goodbye
'Cause I'm gonna try the city
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