| (I said it’s alright
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| Drivin' down the highway
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| Smokin' on some endo
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| Blow it out the window
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| I tell her, «Break it up, roll
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| And pack it in my bowl»
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| Oh, keep it low
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| With an eye on the 5−0)
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| Yeah, in the whip down 95
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| Not a care in the world when it’s time to ride
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| I left stress behind, pressed recline and refreshed my mind
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| With a bad little ride or die
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| And she rolling my joints and she packing my bowls
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| Put the stash in the glove when we pass 5−0
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| Like the Bonnie to my Clyde when we ride out stoned
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| On the interstate, switchin' lanes, hittin' that road
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| And I’m on that way when we on the move
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| And I’m not gon' stay, I’m just stoppin' through
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| Only stop for food, roll it up, drop top and cruise
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| So there ain’t nothin' to block the view
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| Gettin' high on the highway, livin' life my way
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| Eyes on the road, I roam
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| And I’m gone
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| Yeah, I’m gone
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| I said it’s alright
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| Drivin' down the highway
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| Smokin' on some endo
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| Blow it out the window
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| I tell her, «Break it up, roll
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| And pack it in my bowl»
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| Oh, keep it low
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| With an eye on the 5−0
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| And it’s alright, yeah
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| And it’s all good, baby
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| And it’s alright
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| On the highway
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| And I’m homebound, yeah
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| Pullin' up at the rest stop
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| Got a bowl with the pot, keep an eye out for the cops, and we
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| Movin' on to the next stop
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| Doors locked, while maneuvering through all the roadblocks
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| And I’m cruisin' so move all the cones
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| Got the Spotify up on my phone
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| Got me feelin' good like Nina Simone
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| And we turn it up till the speakers are blown, yeah
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| Rollin' up like midnight club
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| So fast that you might really think I was
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| Jeff Gordon, whippin' a foreign on dubs
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| Till the wheels fall off and I’m rolling on hubs
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| Gettin' high on the highway, till I’m in the driveway
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| Pulling up in my zone
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| And I’m home
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| Yeah, I’m home
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| I said it’s alright
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| Drivin' down the highway
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| Smokin' on some endo
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| Blow it out the window
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| I tell her, «Break it up, roll
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| And pack it in my bowl»
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| Oh, keep it low
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| With an eye on the 5−0
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| And it’s alright, yeah
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| And it’s all good, baby
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| And it’s alright
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| On the highway
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| And I’m homebound, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homebound, artist - Chris Webby. Album song 28 Wednesdays Later, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп