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Chris Webby

Homebound

 

Homebound

(альбом: 28 Wednesdays Later - 2020)


(I said it's alright
Driving down the highway
Smoking on some endo
Blow it out the window
I tell her, "Break it up, roll
And pack it in my bowl"
Oh, keep it low
With an eye on the 5-0)

Yeah, in the whip down 95
Not a care in the world when it's time to ride
I left stress behind, pressed recline and refreshed my mind
With a bad little ride or die
And she rolling my joints and she packing my bowls
Put the stash in the glove when we pass 5-0
Like the Bonnie to my Clyde when we ride out stoned
On the interstate, switching lanes, hitting that road
And I'm on that way when we on the move
And I'm not gon' stay, I'm just stopping through
Only stop for food, roll it up, drop top and cruise
So there ain't nothing to block the view
Getting high on the highway, living life my way
Eyes on the road, I roam
And I'm gone
Yeah, I'm gone

I said it's alright
Driving down the highway
Smoking on some endo
Blow it out the window
I tell her, "Break it up, roll
And pack it in my bowl"
Oh, keep it low
With an eye on the 5-0

And it's alright, yeah
And it's all good, baby
And it's alright
On the highway
And I'm homebound, yeah

Pulling up at the rest stop
Got a bowl with the pot, keep an eye out for the cops, and we
Moving on to the next stop
Doors locked, while maneuvering through all the roadblocks
And I'm cruising so move all the cones
Got the Spotify up on my phone
Got me feeling good like Nina Simone
And we turn it up till the speakers are blown, yeah
Rolling up like midnight club
So fast that you might really think I was
Jeff Gordon, whipping a foreign on dubs
Till the wheels fall off and I'm rolling on hubs
Getting high on the highway, till I'm in the driveway
Pulling up in my zone
And I'm home
Yeah, I'm home

I said it's alright
Driving down the highway
Smoking on some endo
Blow it out the window
I tell her, "Break it up, roll
And pack it in my bowl"
Oh, keep it low
With an eye on the 5-0

And it's alright, yeah
And it's all good, baby
And it's alright
On the highway
And I'm homebound, yeah

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