Sunrise, sunset, Twenty hour car ride We're down south and it's gonna be a hard night We got the Pharcyde playing in the tape deck Going to Chicago where the potholes break necks Making good time Dippin on them toll booths Eating at them diners where the waitress gotta gold tooth I met a kid that said that I should date his sister That **** would never happen Republicans are bad kissers But that's tour In America's back porch We get a little love Then it's back to the blackboard It's back north And then it's back home Back east Back still killing me from sleeping in the back seat I gotta stomach full of fast food chicken In a back room sipping on a Pabst Blue Ribbon And I didn't want to listen to your rap crew spittin But I'm digging the cheap beer and tattooed women This city's gonna be my home tonight This town's gonna be my home tonight This world's gonna be my home tonight Ain't no place like home I'm looking for happiness Where it's hiding in the future Cause The Wonder Years are over And I never got with Winnie Cooper I used to be the skinny loser that could write a thesis And I'm still a skinny loser but I'll rip your mic to pieces But that's a right I keep a refusing to waive I punch lines so hard that I'm bruising the page I do it as a student of the loop and break and Live life like "What would Larry David do with his day?" It's like that y'all As a recovering rag doll I'm done with shallow women that think that they're Carrie Bradshaw I mapped every dip and valleys on the mattress And I'm still infatuated with the pages of an atlas So that's it I got the bag packed quick Left the television on But I'm never coming back, kid We all gotta pay the bills this month And tonight I've been enlisted just to make a fist pump Pennsylvania and Arizona South Dakota and New York City Been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of people But I'm never going home, cause it looks so...
Sunrise, sunset, Twenty hour car ride We're down south and it's gonna be a hard night We got the Pharcyde playing in the tape deck Going to Chicago where the potholes break necks Making good time Dippin on them toll booths Eating at them diners where the waitress gotta gold tooth I met a kid that said that I should date his sister That **** would never happen Republicans are bad kissers But that's tour In America's back porch We get a little love Then it's back to the blackboard It's back north And then it's back home Back east Back still killing me from sleeping in the back seat I gotta stomach full of fast food chicken In a back room sipping on a Pabst Blue Ribbon And I didn't want to listen to your rap crew spittin But I'm digging the cheap beer and tattooed women This city's gonna be my home tonight This town's gonna be my home tonight This world's gonna be my home tonight Ain't no place like home I'm looking for happiness Where it's hiding in the future Cause The Wonder Years are over And I never got with Winnie Cooper I used to be the skinny loser that could write a thesis And I'm still a skinny loser but I'll rip your mic to pieces But that's a right I keep a refusing to waive I punch lines so hard that I'm bruising the page I do it as a student of the loop and break and Live life like "What would Larry David do with his day?" It's like that y'all As a recovering rag doll I'm done with shallow women that think that they're Carrie Bradshaw I mapped every dip and valleys on the mattress And I'm still infatuated with the pages of an atlas So that's it I got the bag packed quick Left the television on But I'm never coming back, kid We all gotta pay the bills this month And tonight I've been enlisted just to make a fist pump Pennsylvania and Arizona South Dakota and New York City Been a lot of places and I've seen a lot of people But I'm never going home, cause it looks so...
