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AARON LEWIS lyrics - The Road

The Road

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There's a thousand miles and eighteen hours I've got a double drive down southbound 35 Got the hammer down, detroit made 525 pushing' my ass right down that line And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road I've got a full-grown creeping' up on my tail, no I won't make bail in this small town jail no not right here I've got the bird dog on, radio cranked, gear jammin lane changin son of a bitch you betcha son And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road Just left the jail with a handful of pills and I won't quit til I hit the coup in Abiline I'm almost there, there's just a few more miles, I'll make the drop, I'll turn and burn I'm outta here And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road And that smell of burnin' diesel fuel just tells me that I'm back out on the road

Road To Riches

ATMOSPHERE "Strictly Leakage"
[Verse 1] When I was five years old I used to hear funk and soul Being played out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations I got older and bought my own records By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh And that's my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I stayed inside I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over Cutting up till we wrecked that direct drive loader Mom's turntable went through hell A whole lot of wicky-wicky trynna teach myself The records got stuffed cause the parties was rough But I still showed up to try to rock some cuts, what And I was young but the bigger kids reached out Give me five minutes on decks to freak out The type to get it right, maybe one night I be rapping bout my life on the cordless mic No matter how it look, always kept one foot Between records and books, and the suckers got shook Dreamed about it two decades straight Way before Rhymesayers first wax got made The music is my love and it is my business My name is Big Slug, I'm on the road to the... [Verse 2] I used to stand on the block selling four track tapes Trynna make enough papes to buy more blanks There was all kinds of hits, backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little and the winter was bitter Getting bigger and bigger, they started taking my picture For the shit I spit, some rappers I knew quit Got jobs and a family, they just couldn't handle it Lice and rhyming, living like a roach On the ground and broke, holding onto the Hulk In a small town scene we stole like a thief No time to sleep with politics and beef, huh They all pussies, dicks and assholes Collecting stripes from little freestyle battles Many mics we gripped, any stage we'd rip Even with no chips we'd take them road trips Loyal members of the crew had my back to death G-Pool, Moonsign, myself and Stress All we had was rhymes, coming offa the mind For the first time in my life everything felt fine The turntables turn while the DJ's mix it I didn't know I was on the road to the... [Verse 3] The pop that rocks for props, he eventually stops And maybe hops on some desktop guest spots The gangster's muscle, are up in the puzzle But if their raps are wack they go back to the hustle I was the one on the opposite side of smoking a gun Taught me how to rhyme and how to run Make or break it, the hater's can't say shit Stayed awake late night in Ant's basement Take notes, spray painted the paved road The tapes sold, got lucky with scapegoat, huh That means work, in other words sewer van Peace to J-Berg, the man with the core plan Seeds get planted, hands get handshakes Damn straight, gonna keep goin till the man breaks And MC's who wanna make ends meet out on my route But never ever keep friendly Stack the blocks, catch that fox Rhymesayers locked on the Mid-West crops Troopers, soldiers, shoulder to shoulder Sold out the shows and give the groupies to my chauffer New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes And call it foreplay, ready for the war games Sew it up and then FUCK with the snitches Atmosphere on the road to the riches... bitches! [Scratches] "The money it counts steep" - [Kool G Rap]

Creation Or A Stain

JOSEPH ARTHUR "Come To Where I'm From"
I got a god in my head Tells me that I'm crazy Got a god in my head Telling me I'm crazy An angry little god punching on my skull Another little god Tells me that I'm lazy A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now And the smallest god up there Thinks that I'm the greatest Tells me no one else could be as good as me. I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences Little propagandist selling misery I build a cocoon I got to get away A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????) No one see ya down there and no one's getting in I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4) And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around I have made myself a monster I have damned myself again I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skin I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's misery I'm sucking on Satan's tit She's milking me her pussy flower I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go You know there's no place left to go (x4) So I drink until the pain is dry I know it never is Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built And throwing out all the love you know I never felt Yeah, you know I never felt (x4) Let's make our tortured Romeo's Personal help can be unique You bring it on yourself Burn out when you might peak The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Your past is plagiarism your symbols have dried up Your corruption's as confused As old lovers that you dug Like some hidden toxic fume Your soul dissipates In the ozone of guilty acts with motive All the things you hate There's bodies dancing, crazed Sexual heat Crazy in an orgy The way starving people eat Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired bodies fall Bankrupt from the beaten Let's split one more eight-ball Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding Tired eyes made of rust And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust No no there's no one you can trust(x4) Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box I wouldn't know I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a rock We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging Like prisoners in conceit We heard through the cracks I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back The windows all explode Outside the noise pollution booms Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain The euphoria of dying Toxins wrestle in my brain We've all been leaders of corruption We've all been spiders on the wall Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall Is this guilt of just self-hatred Runnin' wild, uncontained Leaking from a broken soul Is this creation or a stain Is this creation or a stain...

Ride

TRACE ADKINS "Dangerous Man"
Alright Take a trip from here Bogalusa, Baton Rouge, New Orleans, Picayune, Boloxi, Pascagoula, Mobile Bay,Big full moon Diesel up just north of Destin Headed cross to Jacksonville Love to see the world come at me Through the bugs On a big windshield Yeah, that's right Tear it down in Raleigh-Durham Haven't got an hour to lose Head up to the coast to Virginia Read the newest Newport News Back across the Appalachians Blowin' into Louisville Love to feel the big wheels turnin' Always have and always will Somewhere inside me There's a new direction Somewhere before me There's an open road Can't go to sleep Without that diesel singin' Somebody tellin' me It's time to go Let's ride Come on boys, let's ride Come on boys, let's ride Little Rock, Texarkana, Dallas, Fort-Worth and El Paso 110 in the desert Pedal down Go dog go Always love to see the people Always love to hear the crowd Always love to bring a party Turn it up and play it loud Somewhere inside me There's a new direction Somewhere before me There's an open road Can't go to sleep Without that diesel singin' Somebody tellin' me It's time to go Let's ride Come on boys, let's ride Let's ride like the wind I'll be back again As sure as this world's spins around One day I might find a reason To shut this thing down But for now Let's ride Somewhere inside me There's a new direction Somewhere before me There's an open road Can't go to sleep Without that diesel singin' Somebody tellin' me Tell me, it's time to go Let's ride Come on boys, let's ride Come on boys, let's ride Yeah Let's ride

Police Stop My Car

Bob Rivers "More Twisted Christmas"
Police stopped my car, Police stopped my car The police made me stop, walk a straight line and blow a balloon up Police stopped my car, Police stopped my car The police made me stop, walk a straight line and blow a balloon up They wanna wish me a sober Christmas That's why they always pull me over Christmas They say they're just making sure That there's no open bottles in my car They wanna wish me a sober Christmas That's why they always pull me over Christmas They say they're just making sure That there's no open bottles in my car Police road block, Police road block, Police road block I can smell their donuts as they smell my breath Police road block, Police road block, Police road block I can smell their donuts as they smell my breath They wanna wish me a sober Christmas That's why they always pull me over Christmas They're gonna let me out on bail this Christmas From the bottom of their hearts Police locked me up, Police locked me up, The Police locked me up, 'cause when I blew, I blew a two point one

I've Been Everywhere

JOHNNY CASH "Unchained"
I was totin' my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road, When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load. "If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride." And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside. He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand. And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!" [Chorus:] I've been everywhere, man. I've been everywhere, man. Crossed the desert's bare, man. I've breathed the mountain air, man. Of travel I've had my share, man. I've been everywhere. I've been to: Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota, Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma, Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma, Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo, Tocapillo, Baranquilla, and Perdilla, I'm a killer. [Chorus] I've been to: Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana, Washington, Houston, Kingston, Texarkana, Monterey, Faraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa, Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little Rock, Oskaloosa, Tennessee to Tennesse Chicopee, Spirit Lake, Grand Lake, Devils Lake, Crater Lake, for Pete's sake. [Chorus] I've been to: Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika, Schefferville, Jacksonville, Waterville, Costa Rica, Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport, Hackensack, Cadillac, Fond du Lac, Davenport, Idaho, Jellico, Argentina, Diamantina, Pasadena, Catalina, see what I mean-a. [Chorus] I've been to: Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravelbourg, Colorado, Ellensburg, Rexburg, Vicksburg, Eldorado, Larimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chatanika, Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska, Opelika, Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City, Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge City, what a pity. [Chorus] (I've been everywhere)

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