End of the Road

Lyrics

[Intro] (Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?) [Verse 1] Dumb, dumb, dummy, I'm no bunny I'm no slobby boy, I never beg for no money Fun, fun, funny, you'll run from me No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it like a pickpocket You had the mic, now you can't drop it Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, sit down [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad, I ain't finished, I got loads [Verse 2] I think I'm up for the challenge To show I got me some mileage I bought a car and a cottage I got Suzanne in my baggage Got a list in my bucket Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket I fit in any socket Close the door, I'ma knock it I got my ticket, I'ma flee Selling overseas I just blink and get a fee Watch out, whatcha think of me? [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road But my trip is mad, I ain't finished, I got loads [Verse 3] Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun I never miss one shot, I'm sick as a gun I got mortal friends, I'm dead as they come Like, hey, I'm on the way I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay Now there's a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes When we crash, I hit the ER This is a thriller, I did it for the PR I did it for the fear, I did it knowing there's a Danimal Pack in the back of the fridge I go pack it up, might triple attack And battery acid, my stacks in the cab Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs I just tell 'em to back it up, back it up, back it up [Chorus] I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't (Okay, now repeat that one more time) I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road I don't know what really, really happens at the end of the road (Maybe nothing) But my trip is mad, I ain't finished, I got loads