Hit The Road

[Hook: Cam Groves]
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
My small town's got me down
So I feel it's my time to go
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
The same old day-to-day shit
And my life is getting old

[Verse 1: Cam Groves]
'Cause in the past year, I've had plenty of cheers
But at the same time, held back many a tears
It's one thing I learned after twenty six years
It's watch who you trust, don't depend on your peers
I'm screaming, "fuck this town!" I need a new spot
A local 2Pac living in a shoe box
It's why I smoke weed like a dude who grew pot
It's a different song, but the same old jukebox (Jukebox)
I been going crazy lately
My girlfriend played me, my best friend betrayed me
And I don't really hate these people
But there's nothing I could ever do to make it equal
So I won't ever let it ruin my quest
I keep that shit off my mind, stay doin' by best
Now life got me stressed, and I'm feeling depressed
I wanna pack up my bags and just head out west, it goes

[Hook: Cam Groves]
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
My small town's got me down
So I feel it's my time to go
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
The same old day-to-day shit
And my life is getting old

[Verse 2: Cam Groves]
Don't get me wrong, I got love for my state
But at the same time, I would love to migrate
And keep it movin' 'till I find a nice place
Far from religious, but killing this shit is my fate
And I don't know if it appears at shows
But you could hear in my flow that my spirits are low
It's clear on the road anywhere that I steer through
I like this place better when I'm lookin' through a rear view
Yeah dude, you could say that I lost it
Between the raindrops, all the cops, and the gossip
You can't stop it, got no other options
Say bye to what I got, and then I hop into the cock pit
Aw shit, not to sit and complain
High school for grownups and I'm sick of the games
Time to take a ride, keep it simple and plain
I don't think I'll survive another winter in Maine

[Hook: Cam Groves]
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
My small town's got me down
So I feel it's my time to go
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
The same old day-to-day shit
And my life is getting old

[Verse 3: Cam Groves]
And all this rap shit's been the best of my days
Now the only fun I have are the sets that I play
Invested and paid, disrespectin' the hate
Be damned if a local rapper gets in my way (Hey)
So get your dissin' naw, y'all don't even listen naw
Big fish in a pond no one even fishes on
I never lied, bitch, you can pick a song
This is my life, I'ma sip it 'till the liquor's gone
And if not, I'll drink the pain away
And call it writer's block on a rainy day
[?], you can pick your favorite shade of grey
Get my Paul Pierce on and hit 'em with a fade away
Bad thoughts in my head up top
So I hit the studio and I set up shop
You can find me every night, writing lonely in the spot
Pdank to the top, it's the only thing I got

[Hook: Cam Groves]
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
My small town's got me down
So I feel it's my time to go
Sometimes I wish I could
Pack my bags and hit the road
The same old day-to-day shit
And my life is getting old