Lyrics:
headed, painter said the girl wasn't real and I better get on my way
On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago
You'll find tiny pieces of my heart
Bel-Air
And people always talk about
How my girl attractive
Really though that's just a big distraction
I wanna teach 'em less that, and
More about the law
You breathe pretty much by itself
You don't have voluntary control over these things
So we say it happens spontaneously
So when you go to sleep
yeah[00:21.18]Stick on me, Im masked up, I got her sweatin her ass up[00:24.73]Homie i know where you live, your home's by the clif, throwin you down in
the field
Near the big old highway
Sleepy-headed painter said the girl wasn't real
And I'd better get the — on my way
On Route 66 from the billboard
In '85, Tuesday morning
Came alive, I didn't know ya
Route 66 is gone
And Reagan's here, it won't be long
Nintendo comes, Live Aid, too
Back
Kitted out
Fast cars
Big Amounts
We live it out
We done took a different route
Hit the strip we in and out
Kitted out
Fast cars
Big Amounts
We live
on my way
D
On Route 66 from the billboard to Chicago
You'll find tiny pieces of my heart scattered every which-a way
Scattered by the girl
get left
Get left behind I'm on my grind
Let's get it, Tic tic
We open 24 hrs baby
Like a quick trip
Girl let's take a quick trip
You don't wanna miss
hard to find Most are blind
To feed the media
I want it done now fast like a cheetah
More will go wrong
When it's not voted for by the people
One by one
to get by
Girl u r right
I'm jus tryna live a fucking rocksta life
Cruising on the road cracking all that red lights
But for real I'm looking for a route
down
Steady been whipping I'm ripping the route
I'm bending these corners on Route 66
You won't find an artist as groovy as this
Penning these rhymes
at the Appollo
I ain't that $198.66 check from McDonald's
Bitch I'm the line through the "t" and the dot on the "i"
I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile
I had that Illmatic mind state
Break the bread south
Get my boys out
66 route
We need some California love
You know what I mean
Detours through
real money bruh[00:26.32]I know what real gold feel like[00:28.31]Me and you just think different, so I can never be in love with you[00:31.59]The girl
shit til I die
Do this shit til the day I die
Drop a tear for my mans that passed by
Live life through your third eye
Cause Way too many don't try
Said
The world is so toxic, I can barely breathe
It's people that's getting killed by the police
That's why every day I get down on my knees
And pray
to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
But if you fuck around you gon' make me
(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,
company
When you done with em, it's like a tragedy
And girl you said that you would never leave
Can't trust a soul, I'm by my Lonely no Alimony
Das why I'm
beat your ass
And the courts is the mob and
It’s ran by the cash
I’m just doing what I’m doing
I’ve been moving lately
I’m just trying to live my life
give a fuck, I need to find my own route
You niggas follow the leader that's why I call you boy scoutes
Won't give ya girl head, but you eat ya man's out
stock appreciating shawty know I'm up now
Trynna run up 66 million on my buck route
All about my bucks ain't fallin' trippin' on the doe now
Got her ass
holla' out
Your destination I know the route
He a fallen' plane girl bail out
He the type of nigga gon' bore you
I'm the type of nigga gon' spoil you
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