Lyrics:
It's time to hit the road, you're staying back at home
I'm gonna miss you so, but I gotta leave
I won't be all alone, got someone else to go
With
Yo
Bugzy Malone
You know
I hit the top like I don't know what
Now 500's Play-Doh gwop
And these man tryna take my spot when I'm sitting
Singin' Johnny Cash and I almost get hit by a car
And tell this dude to fuck off
And he rolls down his window
And he's got this weird mustache
And I
want a bad boy
Can you be my bad boy? (can you?)
Yeah
I keep looking at my phone
I feel incomplete as I'm sitting all alone
Hope you hit me up when
Ay, ay
I got G's in the trap (my G's)
I got G's on the road
Everyday's a struggle (ay)
Everyday's an episode
So when I step onto the street
conviction and no distinction
Between whats wrong here and what’s right
And do we honestly look by
It’s feeling grey in the blue sky
And the rain hits harder
a different angle, angle, angle
I hit the target, bitch I’m cupid with the arrow
They know the drill, lump sum with the phase
I got the heat, come, come get
we nuh talk wit nuh Babylon)
We ain't got a flight but it's work in the carry on
Hit me twice with the 45. Told him to carry on yeah
Hook
Say
troubles faded all away
We put everything we had into the sound
What beer was left, we drank and threw the money in the tank
And we hit the road to another
It started out in London
In the back of Benny's pub
We hit the road and ran the miles
Must have played ten thousand clubs
From Liverpool to Soho,
will alright
wish we had a little more time
to hit the road and drive all night
'em in a row
Spot by spot, hit 'em, missed flights, smashed phones
Flew the coup, fuck keeping up with the Jones's
Whether with bros or gunning it alone
stuff I used to hit 'em off with
But now I'm some ol' "pay the toll" for the way I played the role
Cautious when I lace a flow 'cause
Po's think I'm
and she quit
Hit the strip then learned to strip
Met a dog, that was it
Fell in love, had a kid
Average black ghetto male
He's either broke I'm doin'
the hallway, by the staircase
It ain't gotta be dark kill him up in broad day
Kick a nigga door kill his ass in his own place
Savage Squad bitch we some
now mama just look at me
I'm doing songs with Lupe, oh it's a new day
Remember me, Clyde Carson, and Balance was the new Bay?
Road trips with Gary
sprung to drain, blood contained in they Jugular vein
I saw an old couple
I left them both lying dead on the road, scuffled
Yo, I can't control these
Yeah, Bernie Goetz
I've been thinking about Bernie Goetz
Bang, hit deck, DB Cooper and Easy Jet
Go West, find me a place that time forgets
Check
zone
Bout to hits these dirty roads
And throw some mud up on my chrome
Lenny ridin' with me
And we far out from the city
Yeah, we in the dirty,
I open up my eyes and feel you by my side
Before the morning light even hits me
There's comfort in the knowing that anywhere I'm going
I know
places we could go
Just come with me let's hit the road
Hey, won't you run away with me
I've got a feeling we were meant to be
Come on baby run away
on a one woman fashion show
And every time
You change your mind
Is another minute gone that I gotta find
Movin' fast, I hit the gas
Tearin' up that road
the shits the same
My nigga need a change, I had to get off out these streets
To get you out your seat
Flip a Trax beat, hit the crib and puff on a sweet
yup, giddy up, hit the road
That's what's up, that's what's up, that's what's s-s-s su' sunup
You just keep on talking
Don't know what my name is
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