Lyrics
[Verse 1]
they say we going to hell, I'm sure that's fact,
no handbag, we all goin' in a burlap sack,
tryna guard my points while I cross over,
defenseless like Frey when he crossed Oprah,
if you lie you gon' be caught, case and point,
so it really don't matter what hand you place the coin,
just play this joint and drink a can or bottle,
the world's at ya fingertips ask a hand model,
but you didn't go right, you chose to go left,
stripped the hand that fed you and stole the rolex,
now that black dot's got you hookin' the jewels,
and the gold turns to dust, lookin' like fools,
pushin' like mules, you can tell Hells in him,
no cremation, fire won't burn his skeleton,
so smile for the camera and make it slow,
it don't even need the flash to take your soul, so
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[Chorus] x2
Know Where You're Going
So that's why we put a finger in the sky,
raise it and wave it high, blunt full of lye,
If you know where you're going,
and we know where we're going,
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[Verse 2]
Spell my name in cursive on the toe tags,
in case I survive the crash with no brakes,
I got no shame, lit a match by a propane,
tank, ridin' bumpers inside the slow lane,
more pay is suppose to uplift my mood,
but what's the use if I'm stuck sittin' in the booth,
sickened by the blues, no chance I'm waitin',
middle finger in the sky, slow dance with satan,
patient for armagedon, scars for deadmen,
open the gates or you better armor heaven,
Bury Me a G, pour the liquor out your glass,
know me now you can prolly figure out the past,
livin' without the cash I have to make it out this,
even as a lil' heathen I use to get house sick,
so if you know me and know where I'm goin,
put a blunt in ya mouth 'til its dro air ya blowin'
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge] (2:42)
So go on... tell me how it all figures out yet,
and don't forget to tell me how big ya house is,
'cause at the end of the day, it's all an owing,
none of that will mean shit where you're going
{going}
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[Verse 3]
stuck in a rut, this vodka got ya bro sent,
all I know is I got more heart than most men,
but I'm broken, bent, drink til I'm nauscious,
it's how my aunt is til she's a stick in the coffin',
the death threats don't scare me, I let em flee,
because deep down you're already dead to me,
at least that's how you want it so burn the book,
I'm just gettin' mine so why you're face got a stern look,
all this hate one day is gonna lead to gun shots,
witta shooter tellin' all his friends to come watch,
so I hope I'm forgivin' but your dude can't guess,
so I'm-a live it up til the wake with my hands on my chest
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[Chorus]
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