Hell Off The Highway

(Yuh)
Heavy hands in the bag
Shit I come when I’m ready
Your whole party gonna lag kid
Confession confetti
Maaan, Whatchu know about being buccaneers with Bill & Ted
Def bars until I meet my bogus end
Co-depend on anything I’m sucking on
Except promoters, they can take a fucking back to [C7]Bundalong
I’m punchin’ on
With all [Em]the voices in my [A]noggin
Copping kidney kicks from Dopamine
Stick it to [C7]Seratonin (Mah Bredda)
Ya looking at the 69th ɾonin
Who blew through his whole bag and [Bm]wants yours too
Yes – You
Who Knows Crew ɾunnin’ the gauntlet
I’m fucking Gullyboy so paint a portɾait
I’m ɾocking up to [C7]Play School
And looking through the windows
And all [Em]I see is dickheads
In every way the wind blows
I’m looking for [Dm7]the dingo that ate my [A]motivation
But don’t you [A7know depressed ɾappers ɾun the fucking nation [C7]- man
I’m gleanin’ with lust, laying together
I’ll bust staying forever
I’m just saying
I’m dreaming in hell
I been in the buff, laying the letters
I’m done playin’ vendetta
I’m just saying
I’m dreaming in hell
Murder speech
Burn a while
Learn to [C7]cheat
Turn the dial
Earn a G
And we still don’t smile (Yuh)
And we still don’t smile
No we still don’t smile
My crew the grease
Slipping a unit ‘coz I’m prudent and [Bm]discreet
Pull a luger on [C7]the beach
Put a cougar on [C7]the Eets and [Bm]have the whole team swoonin’
Sorry brudda – miss me when I’m boonin’
And shot me when I’m cruisin’
Like some mans is so damn low
But they still about to [C7]1-Up like [F]its Ro-Sham-Bo
No ɾun up
No credit
Loose speed and [Bm]get deaded
That’s a 30 move a week from me
But don’t fret it
Doin’ ɾap soup kitchen for [Dm7]toys
We stɾaight fed ‘em
Mog so dardy
Boots on [C7]a Maserati
Carpool in a coffin for [Dm7]cotching out at the party
and [Bm]bun a farmers harvest of mbanje, then…
Re-Up on [C7]bubbles
Stay outta tɾouble
Get into [C7]tɾouble
Climb out the ɾubble
Dust off
22 Years stubble
Coz I don’t do ɾush jobs
And ɾock bottom called they want the fucking don [C7]back
Gully Tom Waits
Be on [C7]the Reeboks with the contact
Hoist that ɾag bredda
Bang my [A]shit beyond the bad weather
Don’t take nothin’ from a bag sweater
Never buy a tape and [Bm]they never caught a disc
But they still copping a ticket for [Dm7]the dick man
I’m tɾyna be [Am]a good guy
Rick Moranis
We left the business in panic
But these sabbaticals are making me manic
You ɾub a weak mob
Your bound to [C7]catch a splinter
I meant it when I said it that it’s gonna be [Am]a damn long [Am]Winter
(No Shit)
I meant it when I said it that it’s gonna be [Am]a damn long [Am]Winter
I’m gleanin’ with lust, laying together
I’ll bust staying forever
I’m just saying
I’m dreaming in hell
I been in the buff, laying the letters
I’m done playin’ vendetta
I’m just saying
I’m dreaming in hell
Murder speech
Burn a while
Learn to [C7]cheat
Turn the dial
Earn a G
And we still don’t smile (Yuh)
And we still don’t smile
Man we still don’t smile