Buck 50

Bugs always eat at my home
I get done with these slugs and they come for my dome
Easy to sleep in the cold
I get ready for time to come take its toll
Highway taking me home
To tell everyone in my life I've ever known
Looking back, I turn to stone
A looking glass fondly knows salt and bones

'Cause I'm coming up fast
Guess I'm showing up last
Asphalt coming up ash
That'll get you slashed
Box cutter in both socks is snatched
Buck fifty your ass
No love in the heart of the city, I laugh
Temperament like a car crash
Singing that's smoke, no smoke, that's gas
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be

But they like it like that and it shows
Hoping when we get together, can't keep it composed
See there's a new breed of foe
Seeped in the bullshit, hates and sees that you sow
Steel on my fingers, steel on my toes
Meet metal and steel, go inferno
Steel on my fingers and steel on my toes
Road ain't my friend, but it feels like home

Coming up fast
Asphalt coming up ash
Think that I'm coming up last
That'll get you slashed
Box cutter in both socks is snatched
Buck fifty your ass
No love in the heart of the city, I laugh
Temperament like a car crash
Singing that's smoke, no smoke, that's gas
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be

But they like it like that
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be
But they like it like that
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be
But they like it like that
They like it like that