Half Step Down

Headed out for Austin, now were half way down the road.

Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Steady staring out the window.

It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.

And back out on the road is where we like to be seated.

We got half-pint style, we got a b-boy style. We got half-pint style,

we got a b-boy style.

We got to put that shit together in a creative style.

We put that shit together in a creative style.

Outside on the pavement I won't feel afraid,

there's a little piece of paper saying how we walked that May.

Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,

[G6/9]

No one's got fingers, I got no one to blame.

I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.

Society's got to me.

That's all you need!

Headed out to Houston, now where halfway out the door.

Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by! Staring out the window.

It fells good, it feels nice, it feels like you need it.

I know how females like to be treated.

A license for me and the stars up above,

And on the interstate I fell love, love, love.

And If I never realize then that's how it has to be,

And all DJs out there got to give me money.

Back out on the freeway, I won't fell sane.

Little yellow headlights look like snails smashed in the rain.

Back out on the highway, and this hurts to say,

[G6/9]

Blown out speakers, I got no one to blame.

I can't make you overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance.

Society's got to me.

That's all you need! Yea.

my way is lonely

but i won't see

because no one can tell you

you've got to be afraid

we've got to get back on the highway

livin' it all real

oh for real

so high uh

get it together

you know

you got it

real

you want it real

you want it real

real

I want it real!

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