Lyrics:
Manchester, Liverpool den Germany call me
Hamburg, Stuttgart shout out to Pastor Marc
Holdin' it down for da King an' da crown, I bin
Walkin' a long road
stuck a fork into a road map right through Nashville, Tennessee
Swimming pools, country stars
Hitchhiking on the shoulder of the road to nowhere fast
awesome
I'll wear your grandad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big-ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your grandad's
With a picture by Sam a painting by John
And a bonnie black hoss to lead you along
Lucky green wagon you were raggedy brown
Now there is red
you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of Cape Jasmine through the window screen
John are and the wolfman kept me company
By the light
if you're washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine through the window screen
John R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
body got me all excited
Drinks on me then you can be on me
Then you can see what we was made for
Turn up the radio, ready to go, John
It’s time
fuck a mic check
Bring em round the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes y'all niggaz goin down
Eat shit and die slow, battle ground
Yeah, you know I came up in a small town
Couple trees and a creek we could float down
Ain't much to see when you look around, just farms for miles
awesome
I'll wear your grandad's clothes
I look incredible
I'm in this big-ass coat
From that thrift shop down the road
I'll wear your grandad's
rolling by
Shoulders on lean hands on the steering’ wheel
Twenties and better cause yah boy stays fly
Whenever yah boy drives I’m so fly sitting till I die
whenever I’m rolling by
Shoulders on lean hands on the steering’ wheel
Twenties and better cause yah boy stays fly
Whenever yah boy drives I’m so fly
ocean
The slick back phantom moves in slow motion
Hey girl, dont make me go
Dont make me go down that indian sunburn road
Dont make me go, dont make me go
and a worried mind
When that old judge looked down and smiled
Said I'll put you on that good road for a while, Lord, Lord
Gotta do my time, gotta do my time
With
Alright i'd like to tell you
Before I get too deranged
Or something, or friends here
Are: on lead guitar, john Wood the
Amazing John Wood, yeah
If I could trade every city light
for that small town Saturday night
the kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
we'd be sitting
a whip with no head rests
Roll down the window as I'm passing by and say hi to Chris cause I'm his guest
Killing the verse and I'm killing the feature
I
fuckin’ homework, learn the lingo
But you oughta know if you live by a code
Somewhere Salome is sliding down a pole
The enemy can cut
Through your spine
niggas everytime I kill a show
Driving for hours never stopping on the road
Never snitching on a nigga coz we living by the code
Messed up in the head but
floating by
I told you once now told you twice that all snakes like to hide
We shake em down they all fall off just like a jenga pile
No tic tac toe we cross
Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
Just tryna' take the right road, please, call Jermaine
I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
And at least I
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
changing
Yeah, he does that a lot doesn't he? Umm, oh, I'm David Bowie. I live down the road
Oh!
Sir Percival lets me use his piano when he's not
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