One for the Road

[Verse 1: manCHILD]
The rubber hits down till the wheels fall off
Another big town and I'm still on ya'll
I'll shovel this ground till it gets called off
The puddles still drawn and the dogs all bark
Something kind of special with a sawed off smile
I'm in the desert for another hundred miles
Running wild, unemployed
And I'm [?] stare, kick starts the crowd
Up jumps the boogie where the rookies aren't found
Hold hands with asphalt, the journey starts now
White lines are Morse code, stage lights and dark clouds
Accelerate the wisdom with a pedal for the right foot
Yellin' like a kettle at the chance you might look
I'll celebrate the suffering that use to keep me life shook
Snatching up kilometers and hang 'em on a high hook
This is for the other people, too much we gotta see
Excuse me fam, my 75 is calling me

[Chorus]
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road

[Verse 2: Listener]
It's 4 AM and I'm behind this wheel again
The caffeine's fading and I'm dreaming about dreaming
I think I figured out somewhere in Arizona
There's no way to own you, no way to control you
And your radio's OK, but your retail is down
Spent too much time saving face to lose it all now
And I gave out at a club called "The Last Hope"
And I've got my doubts, but I'll still pull that rope
They all look so happy tonight
Plastic faces painted with smiles and colors and life
While it all falls apart inside
This one's for her. I love her and I hate her
Don't want to degrade her, but I can't wait for later
And I got too much riding to lose what I find
Thirty miles to home read that ghost green sign
Hit this long gray, try and stay inside the lines

[Chorus]
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road

[Verse 3: Playdough]
This is for the one-stop truck stops and the airports
Help me get home when in Rome do the same as the clone
Ice on seats, tire bleeds everywhere that it needs
Find the balance for the finance and teacher receipts
Mr. Deed's what I have, get by these ministries
More than rapping industries, bound to happen emcees
At a show, I think I'm 'bout to blow, East Coast
California here I come, and yo, I'm just this close (just this close)
Or at least friends tell me that I should be (should be)
Tell me all the things I could be (I could be)
Plus understood, got the passion, peace to the rental car
Prayers keep me pushing, saying please let it get me far
-ther, than my hard earned money could stretch
Man, Christianity got me bumping God at a desk
Until the next show, burning up the petrol
We got to set your city free
So I bring the mic cord, please give me light Lord
Plus give me sight for, love to insight more
Clubs to recite for, so that you might pour
Grace to the core of people through me

[Chorus]
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)
Hello again my old friend and foe
Seems like we've been here befo'
All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time
Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road