| So here I am, trying to be the man, right
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| Using my gun to see at night, sleeping with my flash light
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| In the afterlife I hope the AC works
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| So while I wait well I’mma pass out and taste this curb
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| And she attacked with flirts, smacked my nerves
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| Wearin' that black skirt
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| Got my nature so hard it made my back hurt
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| I cracked a smirk cause I was dumb and drunk
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| She gave wink and a smile and dropped a quarter in my cup
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| Man, people are kind of odd so I keep my eyebrow raised
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| I only hear the words for what they mean, know what I mean?
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| And I do believe in God cause I keep comin' across all these fine women
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| With low self esteem, you know what I mean?
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| I got attention deficit, I’ve got the bedroom eyes
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| I’ve the storms in my head, I’ve got my telephone voice
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| I’ve got to make a decision of whether I live or die
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| I’d rather just run cause either way it’s one hell of a choice
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| My car is like my own personal universe
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| She’s my drug and it only takes twelve bucks to fill 'er up
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| But in my galaxy there ain’t no room for Earth
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| So I’m leavin' it cause I can feel the oil pressure building up
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| Turning over the ignition of my solar system
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| Check the gauges, push in the tape, put my foot on the brake
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| Shift existence, light my cigarette
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| And take it state to state until I crash into my fate
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| Now I’m giving back everything they gave me (not a damn thing!)
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| It’ll take me more than a good DJ to save me (and I’m not dancing!)
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| I can’t seem to make up my bed, much less my mind
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| So I’m a take another puff to my head, and press rewind
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| I wish this car had cruise control, so I could rest my legs
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| I’ve got this itch to prove my soul, and test my fate
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| Doing hunny in a sixty five, got stopped by a copper
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| Caught, spotted, and radared by a chopper
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| Wisconsin-style, over the limit by forty miles
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| Watch me smile, cause I ain’t been around here for a long while
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| Grabbed my paper, gave her thanks, have a nice day
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| Yo, word of advice, trade the doughnuts in and gets some rice cakes
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| Back to my travels, running from my shadows
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| Some hitchhikers and bikers honkin' the horn, harrasin' the cattle
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| Hair back sticking to the seat, sweat drippin' from the heat
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| Diggin' through a cooler of brew, I’m looking for something to eat
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| Yo, there’s a Hardee’s at the next stop
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| Don’t wanna, but I need ta'
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| Cuz I’m craving something to chase the taste of this tequila
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| (Uhh, yeah, you guys got value meals? can you put some barbecue
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| Sauce… I wanna honey bun. |
| change that shit. |
| I want chicken pebbles
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| No, onion bun, onion bun. |
| onion rings. |
| extra pork. |
| word up. |
| can you
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| Supersize that? |
| yo girl, you got kind of a pretty voice. |
| yo girl, what
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| Time you get off work?)
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| 90 east towards Chicago, on my way to Cincinnati
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| I won’t ever let 'em catch me, and I won’t ever make 'em happy
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| Hide your wives and your daughters when I’m passin' through the
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| Hometown, casting lines into the water, catching goldfish out your bowl now
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| And I’m as cool as the cat that came to school just for lunch
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| I’m the rebel pissin' in the public pool, just for fun
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| I speed in the sun, everyone is speakin' in tongues
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| Find the talk radio station, yo, turn it up so it bumps
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| Don’t cry, girl, I’m out and I’m a make my way east
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| Cause everyone in my world is takin' my peace
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| I need release, and I don’t think I’m a find it in between your legs
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| Yo, I’m just joking, only going to the corner to get some eggs
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| So when she starts makin' the coffee I toss my bags in the back seat
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| And I can remember it all like it must have happened last week
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| Sometimes I stop to think, for all the money I’ve spent
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| How I’d rather live in a tent than bust my ass and pay the rent
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| But I’m eager to pay my dues, and I’d be glad to pay the tollbooth
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| And I’ve agreed to sing the blues ever since the day I broke loose
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| Just like a blindfolded child walking through the toy store
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| Voice, not even aware that the world is my oyster |