| Another instore, another night on tour
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| Maybe I can meet some strangers I can pretend to make friends with
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| I only ever see the bar, the hotel or the highway
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| We drive, sleep and drink, arrive Half dead
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| Then bring the crowd alive With the live rap music
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| Couple smokes couple sodas and a high five
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| Promoters owe us so let’s get some booze up in the dive
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| Respect the honest living but its giving me grief
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| I’m spending time spinning through the linen supple women in my reach
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| Where did the day go, on whose say so
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| I left my wallet and keys in san diego
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| I’ve stopped manning the lighthouse that guides ships to shore
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| I don’t care about your wherabouts, dood I’m on tour
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| Working hard for my money try to spread a little bread
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| And feed a flock of deadbeats get em drunk and on the pot
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| I don’t make a lot of money but live a life inspired
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| By living off the fruits of my work so I can be retired
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| Sit in a lounge chair where I’m allowed to just relax
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| I don’t fit into your bracket, I don’t pay the income tax
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| Palletes smitten with musical talents
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| We walk on razorblades and can still find balance
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| It pays to be patient amidst all the unrest that comes from the palace
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| It weighs on my days
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| It makes me think in waves, of strong drink and hidden caves
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| Whoever blinks first is forced to disperse
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| And I’m craving the ways of the traveller trail blazing
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| Taking time to be engulfed in something so amazing
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| Rediscovering the reason I love touring in the first place
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| If I do this for the loot then I’m dealing with worse case
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| Love and hate the state they call being on the road
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| Haven’t dated in 3 years, feel ready to explode
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| But I’m a man on the move the landscape the moon
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| The need to feed off this planet’s life until my doom
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| Everybody knows that hard work shows
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| It separates the fakes from the pros
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| Shit happens you learn from it, you get to the top
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| Then you burn to return to the summit
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| I’m only one rapper in a bunch of pigeonholed kids whose goal was
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| Just be patient, avoid the temptation
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| The stagnation, it’s all location location
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| I listen /follow tradition, pay dues to musicians
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| Praises due Taj Mahal — gone fishing
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| First star wishing that I might glisten with good luck
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| Just another cog in the piston just waiting to get stuck |