I've got no future I suppose besides this road With a thumb pointing out to get me to the next show Tomorrow I'll be gone but i'll see you soon I'm sure still bummin' smokes from everyone on this porch
Well I'm starting to believe these highways don't lead anywhere, But I'm starting to believe that I don't really care Because If we stop moving the way were living might catch up And I'll wanna be around when that day comes
Sheriff kicks me a 10 while I'm flying a sign I guess it's reparations for what his people done to mine Think I'll spit into his face but I'll take the cash instead because principals are for the well fed
Well I'm starting to believe these highways don't lead anywhere But, I'm starting to believe I'm arriving to my grave Because If I stop moving I might forget how it's done And I'll wanna be around when that day comes
Just get me anywhere Just get my outta here Just get me anywhere but here