Your wanderlust won't let you settle down And you wonder how you ever fathomed that you'd be content To stay within the city limits of a small Midwestern
We were livin' smoke and mirrors anyway Gonna drive all night 'til we disappear Chasing down the miles so far from here As the smoke and mirrors start to fade away You
different she's a different she's a different kind of lady [Benzino]: Yo I'd like to introduce to you two very special women in my life. Let me tell you
to act Every city got me somethin' pretty, keep 'em on they back If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that If it's my shit off the top, you can
weak spot But still you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot But still you failed You thought you'd find my weak spot But still you failed You thought you
them slabs out mane It's slab season, that boy Mr. Lee act a fool with this one North side where you at? South side where you at? The East, West where you
killas and the creeps you dont wanna learn but i still wanna teach I told you, laced in beats cuz all you ever do is chase them freaks Lil town girl
girl, if you wanna catch her Man, you better know how to Man, you better know how to ride She puts on her boots and drives to the city Them uptown boys
empty Everyone's gone someplace I pick you up and in the trunk I've packed A cooler and a 2 day suitcase 'Cause there's a place we like to drive Way
again to go and win this paper chase I've been watching you man I'm proud of you man You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can I know you
music and you can't resist Feel the music and you can't resist Feel the music and you can't resist Feel the music and you can't resist When you feel
dumb and dying to change It's the simple life driving me insane Then you explode in my head And now you're all over me I come alive with you You know you
When you know you're with a dime, they'll treat you like you're special Broad that is sleep and you're sick because your's left you Bring her to the
Try to be the big fish in the pond, you know how them piranhas get You dead when dat green line go flat If you could start your life from scratch you
in my crew Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say fuck you Then buck you, tuck you in for the night As you think about the paper at the funeral
Ain't a tough cat in your zip code, city or rural Will I become immortal and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural Complete with artist rendering on how you used to be proving you
(R.Sambora & R.Supa) Made in America, nineteen fifty nine, Born down by the factories, cross the Jersey City line. Raised on radio, just a jukebox kid
pull a gat But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding But you the pussy bleeding right now But no you