Put me hard to sleep, I'm not moving my feet
I cannot ask for nothing
I want it all, just a little more
But you gotta stay real, my friend
So pump it up, slave away
The precious little time runs short
And i wanna fly
They warned me for the road
Plastic bags, nighttime folks
Could be good you say
I see you peeking at my way, hey
Ready to rhyme, have another dime
"Hey, sorry i didn't text ya back"
I'm just a working fool, dying trying for a living
My bag keeps running out
So pump it up, slave away
The precious little time runs short
And i wanna fly
They warned me for the road
Plastic bags, nighttime folks
Could be good you say
I see you peeking at my way, hey
Psycho screaming could be good
Betcha hundred could be good
Could be good
Motherf*cker said could be good, yeah
Break it down
Ups and downs, baby, that's just life
You gotta understand, that we're all alike
My road, your road, never compare
Have a little laugh and take the bet
They warned me for the road
Plastic bags, nighttime folks
Could be good you say
I see you peeking at my way, hey
Psycho screaming could be good
Betcha hundred could be good
Could be good
Motherf*cker said could be good, yeah