"Buck 50" lyrics

Bugs always eat at my home
I get done with these slugs and they come for my dome
Easy to sleep in the cold
I get ready for time to come take it's toll
Highway taking me home
The teller is everyone in my life I've ever known
Looking back, I turn to stone
In looking glass, finding north
Salt and bones

I'm coming up fast
Guess I'm showing up last
Asphalt coming up ash
That'll get you slashed
Box cutter in both socks, it's stashed
Buck 50 your ass
No love in the heart of the city, I laugh
Temperament like a car crash
Seeing that smoke, no smoke, that's gas
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be but they like it like that

And it shows
Hoping when we get together, can't keep it composed
See there's a new breed of foe
Steeped in the bullshit hate seeds, seeds that you sow
Steel on my fingers, steel on my toes
Seen metal in steel go inferno
Steel on my fingers and steel on my toes
Road ain't my friend but it feels like home

Coming up fast
Asphalt coming up ash
Think I'm showing up last
That'll get you slashed
Box cutter in both socks, it's stashed
Buck 50 your ass
No love in the heart of the city, I laugh
Temperament like a car crash
Seeing that smoke, no smoke, that's gas
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be but they like it like that

Future becomes the past
Don't need to be but they like it like that
Future becomes the past
Don't need to be but they like it like that
They like it like that