Lyrics:

I don't really care who's 'bout to blow
I don't even know what's going down
I'm just getting ready for the show
Can't wait till we can leave this town
Pack our bags, rep that crown, pack that venue and blow that down
Get back home with a couple of racks, put the lock on the latch and blow fat pounds
Y'all stand up so we hold ya down, y'all scream loud and I love that sound
Shit looks weird from up here now that we're finally outta that background
Hands go up and the love goes round [
Deadly as I'll ever be, ready yeah I better be
Call up my connect and tell my manager don't schedule me
I'm out this bitch quick wit a lit cigarette and a backpack full of white Ts
Taking a bunk on a bus and I don't give a what just going with the breeze
Taking it back in the day, making a way
Taking a chance, taking a dare, make an advance, what do you know, make some fans
I can remember December the venue was packed and we sat in the back with the mixed drink
Wit no mic check, and a fucked? slot, with the both of us thinking the shit stinks
Either way we tore the place down, murdering it like this ain't they town?
Either we get back home and the people we touched so much decided to stay down
Realise it ain't no 8 mile, this whole shit here's taking the cake now
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