gots to go

ain't no tellin' where i might be

i got places to go and people to see

ain't no tellin' where i'll end up

i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck

ain't no tellin' where i might go

coast to coast or just next do'

but

i gots to go

i gots to go

eh

eh

eh

eh

eh

eh

roll up on that tour bus

smokin' a blunt

then heard a what yo' baby momma want?

nothin' but good fuckin' dick suckin' train runnin'

she lickin' on my nuts

talk to her if she hear me comin'

watchin' me go

she swallowed cum

you kissed a hoe

tongue and lip

all

man you really lickin' my balls

heard you for my baby momma last night nigga

nah

but she did bring weed

no seeds

sticks all

i'm lyin' when she come over

cock lyin' in her jaw

niggaz all up in her drawers

and that's yo' baby mother

if it makes you feel better

she's a good dick sucker

my job takes me out of town on all-expense paid

wakin' up with a hangover 2

000 miles away

it seems easy: weed

women

and wine

four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time

to tally hoe to the show

a yo

yo let it go

bust through the do'

rag & flow and grab my hoe

and get back in the van with some titties in hand

let her meet ya new friend

who's willing to spend

the whole night? another flight another gig another city

touchin' on somebody's baby momma's titties

niggaz in the lobby wonderin' where their women are

third floor havin' a let's become a bitch seminar"