That's a long, long line, that's outside (That's outside) That's my home town, sold that shit out twice (Did two times) At the wrong place, at the wrong time If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find Put it all online (Yeah)
Please don't act like we were close Don't go comment on my posts Don't send flowers to my folks When I was living, you were ghost
I got to go, I don't know if I'm ready The snow in the bag, It don't fall like confetti It's me and my brothers It's Ed, Edd, n' Eddy (Yeah) Hop in the car, It's a Honda or Chevy He charge me an arm and a leg, but whatever As long as it get me like Mario Andretti (Wow) Sound like an awful year All they got to offer is thoughts and prayers Pretty fast talk, like an auctioneer You cannot afford what it cost to care Show no love for the long career Now the show's over it's off the air Growing up, I never thought it'd be like this Tryna to be like Skip, and never lost a hair Do it for the fam, fuck all the data And for the fans, thank ya'll for the ladder Everybody else, thank ya'll for the chatter (Hey batta, batta, Hey batta, batta batta) Swinging for the fence, looking for a couple hits Like a homerun ball to Saturn Felt like Marshall Mathers, when he lost the battle But I won that war, and that's all that matters
80 Proof is in the pudding Penicillin with the Hennessey That's the taste of my own medicine That's what makes it my remedy They tried erasing my memory I think that creates an identity I think that's what makes you my enemy But you not replacing my legacy, no-no
That's a long, long line, that's outside (That's outside) That's my home town, sold that shit out twice (Did two times) At the wrong place, at the wrong time If I die, take my hard drive, every song you find Put it all online (Yeah)
Please don't act like we were close Don't go comment on my posts Don't send flowers to my folks When I was living, you were ghost
