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We're on the road |
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Off to another show. |
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We got to go, |
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I'll call you later bro. |
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Every year, for about five months |
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To be very clear, I go out and find funds |
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To collect from the many |
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That are particular about their pennies |
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And wont spend a cent |
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Unless there's perks and the bennys |
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So I travel in a van that was down by the river |
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Go out into the land understand I am the giver. |
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Got my quiver full of raps and I'm ready to attack. |
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Brought along some books in case I don't want to nap. |
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We stay at Super 8s dine at Waffle after hours. |
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I like 'em smothered, fingers covered in biscuit powder. |
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Seldom shower. Scare them hoes right out of the lot. |
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All I needs a nap and a bit little pot what you got? |
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My roadies got a room; falls asleep to slasher flicks. |
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He's likes Jason over Freddy if he ever had to pick. |
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We rent a Dodge Caravan, got stow-and-go seating. |
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The road might sound redundant but it does bear repeating. |
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We're on the road |
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Off to another show. |
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We got to go, |
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I'll call you later bro. |
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I brought house music. |
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I hate disc jocks. |
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I like Cracker Barrel. |
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I like their gift shop. |
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I like their pork chops. |
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I like their peg game. |
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I like old people. |
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They all got leg pain. |
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I like rest stops. |
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That's where dogs shit. |
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I hide behind a tree |
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And take a bong hit. |
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I like Cool Ranch. |
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But I'll take Nacho Cheese. |
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Oh no it starts to rain, |
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Pass me my poncho please. |
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Time to mic check. |
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Find the ladies room. |
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It's always clean and empty. |
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Time to drop a deuce. |
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You never read the news. |
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You grow apathetic. |
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Mic check gives you a headache like when you play Kinetic. |
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No ones heard of me wish I could mercury like T2 |
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Kids say "I wish I could be you" suddenly I don't feel so see through. |
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Feeling artsy and cold car seats cant steamed up waffle windows |
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Did I say Kinetic? I meant Wii-U by Nintendo |
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We're on the road |
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Off to another show. |
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We got to go, |
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I'll call you later bro. |
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Every year, for no foreseeable end |
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To be very clear, I go out and find friends |
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You're everywhere it makes one's mind bend. |
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When I was young I was the one no one would defend. |
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But now kids, they get in a line. |
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I've been to far away locales and they still getting the lines. |
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They're getting younger ever summer. |
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I'm getting older than wine |
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Now I'm advising and reminding them to open they minds. |
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I get on stage, veins pop out of my face |
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Sweat pours out my pores |
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Like this war is a race. |
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I say "put your hands up" |
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No punk is out of place. |
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And we do rap hands |
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While i ... |
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Meet and greet is super sweet. |
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Lasts as long as the show. |
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No cuts no ... |
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Back of the line you must go |
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I'm disarmin' and I'm charmin' and my sharpie is spent |
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....then we duck into the van and we jet |
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We're on the road |
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Off to another show. |
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We got to go, |
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I'll call you later bro. |