| Sometimes it feels like we’ve been driving all night
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| Hungry as a stray dog, with no food in sight
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| Had a bomb ass show, now it’s on to the next
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| Full tank of gas, with a bag of stress
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| Hoping that the next city’s got that good
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| So that I can get my nerves straight
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| And make my brain shake
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| It’s been hours, but it seems like days
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| Bored as a muthafucka, wide awake
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| Are we there yet? |
| I got this urge to rock a show
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| Damn near everywhere I go
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| Are we there yet? |
| I got this urge to rock a show
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| Damn near everywhere I go
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| Are we there yet? |
| I got this urge to rock a show
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| Damn near everywhere I go
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| Are we there yet? |
| I got this urge to rock a show
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| Damn near everywhere I go
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| (Break)(x2)
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| I can’t take this, are we there yet?
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| Put the pedal to the metal, and let’s ride!
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| We on these crazy highways, smoke away the night before
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| Conversating about when we come back, it’s got to be just as dope
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| Oh the party in the parking lots, on the streets up by the beaches
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| It takes so much time to get there, I always have the urge to speak
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| Boogie nights, doing it right
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| Up till the sun comes up so who’s driving?
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| All I know is that you better pay attention
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| There might be something, you’re missing
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| So keep your eyes wide open
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| And look out for something weird
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| (talking) |