Lyrics

Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road Hollering, "Budda-by, budda-by, budda-by, budda-by!" Steady staring out the window It feels good, it feels nice, to know we're needed And back out on the road is where we I'd like to be seated Half-Pint style, we got that U-Roy style Half-Pint style, we got that U-Roy style Straight put that shit together when I created this style Put that shit together when I created style Back out on a highway, I won't feel afraid Little piece of paper saying how we won't get paid Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same Don't ask me, 'cause I got no one to blame I can't make you overstand, I'm rising up in a hip-hop dance Smile if you got the loot That's all you need Headed out for Austin, now we're halfway down the road "Budda-by, budda-by, budda-by, budda-by!" Steady staring out the window It feels good, it feels nice, to know we're needed Back out on the road is where we I'd like to be seated The lights in front of me, and the stars up above Out on the interstate, it's all about love, love, love And if I never realize, then that's how it has to be And all the DJ doubters got to give me money Back out on the highway, I won't feel afraid Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain Back out on the highway, Phoenix looks the same Don't ask me 'cause I've got no one to blame I can't make you overstand, I'm rising up in a hip-hop dance Smile if you got the keys That's all you need, yeah, yeah Highway is your way, but I won't say it because No one can tell, you got to be afraid We got to run back on the highway, living it on the real But the real's so hard You gotta, gotta, you gotta be real! I wanna be real! I wanna be real!