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    Im on a bus to baton rouGE
    with dog shit on my shoes
    im not on a vacation
    my travel is taboo
    my dealer calls me godspeed
    THE FEDS call me A mule
    AND the driver of the bus looks like he's been sniffin glue
    im breakin out in sweats
    JUST tryin to keep my cool

    with interstate trafficking, the charge is federal
    BUT imMA make a million dollars
    sWALLOWing balloons
    so I COULD HAVE PILES OF COKE
    TO COOK up in my spoon
    addictED FROM THE WOMB HOPE I DONT END UP IN A TOMB
    prayin to my mama HOPE to see you really soon
    tyin off in bathrooms
    louisiana by noon
    if the coppAz try to catch me
    im reinacting high noon
    higher than an airplane
    my mind is like a cyclone
    WHILE drug enforcement agentS check FOR evidence AT my home
    I PRACTICE SANTeRIA IN MY PALM I JUGGLE CHICKEN BONES and pray that they dont lock me up
    a prisoner in their catacomb

    i need another fix as i taste in on my lips
    and this GREASY little courier
    keeps starin at my tits
    my hotel smells like piss
    THEY'VE GOT hookers up in
    for twenty bux they let you fuck
    for ten they suck your dick
    but im not havin it
    heres the money i gotta split
    but i need another sec to tape on all these bricks
    drop me at the bus stop
    and driver make it quick
    pretend you never saw me
    take this 20 as a tip
    NOW MY bus is not leaving until 20 after 6
    and i need to chase a dragon
    before i pitch a fit
    let me find a private place
    so i can try this shit
    as mama watches over me
    i know it makes her sick
    just a little pinprick
    can never make you make me wince
    CHINA WHITE is on my mind
    so let the high commence

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    the new york city skyline
    the best ive seen in days
    SLEEPIN on this bus CLAUSTROPHOBIAS GOT me CRAZED
    BUT THE h
    HAS keep me numb
    MY visionS in a haze
    I NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER
    OR AT LEAST JUST WASH MY FACE
    i wish i was at home
    ALONE TO masturbate
    IM just tryin to make IT BACK
    so i can find a better place
    my vanity is raped tryin to eat off
    this plate
    and all this fuckin hate
    everybody is fake

    RELIEVE ME OF THE PACKAGE CLOSE MY EYES THEN PULL THE TAPE.

    THEN COUNT OUT EVERY DOLLAR AND THAT WAS 10 IT WASNT 8
    MOTHER FUCKING GRAND FOR CARRYING YOUR WEIGHT
    im not tryin to get fucked
    im tryin to get paid
    now let me get some shit
    with this money that i made
    its a pleasure doin business
    i hope you're happy
    great
    id really love to stay
    but im already running late
    i got a date with death.

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