trying to be the man, right
Using my gun to see at night,
sleeping with my flash light
In the afterlife I hope the AC works
So while I wait well I'ma pass
And she attacked with flirts,
There in that black skirt
Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt
I cracked a smirk 'cause I was
she gave wink and a smile
and dropped a quarter in my cup
man, people are kind of odd so I
I only hear the words for what they mean,
and I do believe in God 'cause I keep
comin across all these fine woman
with low self esteem, you know what I mean?
I've the storms in my head,
I've got my telephone voice
I've got to make a decision
I'd rather just run 'cause either way
it's one hell of a choice
she's my drug and it only takes
twelve bucks to fill 'er up
so I'm leavin it 'cause I can feel
the oil pressure building up
turning over the ignition
check the gauges, push in the tape,
shift existence light my cigarette
and take it state to state until
now I'm giving back everything
they gave me, not a damn thing
it'll take me more than a good DJ to save
I can't seem to make up my
so I'm a take another puff to my head,
I wish this car had cruise control,
I've got this itch to prove my soul,
doing hunny(hundred) in a sixty five,
over the limit by forty miles
'cause I ain't been around here for a long while
grabbed my paper, gave her thanks?,
trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes
some hitchhikers and bikers honkin the
seat, sweat drippin from the heat
diggin through of gruel?,
I'm looking for something to eat
yo, there's a Hardee's at
don't want to, but I need ta'
'cause I'm craving something to chase the
(uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue
sauce... I want to honey bun. change
that shit. I want chicken pebbles.
onion bun. onion rings. extra pork. word up. can you
you got kind of a pretty voice. yo girl, what
90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
ever let em catch me, and
I won't ever make em happy
watch your wives and your daughters
when I'm passin through the
hometown, castin lines into the water,
catchin goldfish out your bowl
and I'm as cool as the cat that came
I'm the rebel pissin in the public pool,
I speed in the sun, everyone in
find the talk radio station,
yo, turn it up so it bumps
I'm out and I'm a make my way east
'cause everyone in my world
and I don't think I'm a find it in between your legs
only going to the corner to get some eggs
so when she starts makin the coffee
I toss my bags in the back seat
and I can remember it all like it must
sometimes I stop to think,
for all the money I've spent
how I'd rather live in a tent than
bust my ass and pay the rent
but I'm eager to pay my dues,
and I'd be glad to pay the tollbooth
and I've agreed to sing the blues
ever since the day I broke loose
just like a blindfolded child walking
voice?, not even aware that the world