Tour Song Too

Man I'm always on tour ct least that's what everybody tells me What could I say? I guess the power of the people compels me My people keep me sane and on top of my game Showing me my target so I know where to aim cnd just how far I got to pull back my bow string Coolzey I rock the mic but with no bling It's no thing Just a regular bro thing c mic's just one of the many weapons that I'm holding You think that you could be me for real? Nah I also got a MPC, a shotty and a Skil saw cnd I still draw, act, write and work on houses Wait tables, book shows and flip ounces Plus I gotta find time to sleep, eat, catch a flick Exercise, relax, make beats, jerk my dick cnd still have time for wine, women and weed, too Yo X where you going when we pick you up from Jet Blue? I go from continent to country State by state in the Montana van Coolzey's driving my man My software leaves no time to prepare You holding out on the weed dog? Blow it in the air In the back seat it's share Look how I messed up her hair But she's old so no pregnancy scare I'm rare untraceable Strictly in code Shake your ass on down and move your lymph nodes We ain't got far to ride If we make time, say it's about a day Until I'm home There will be porches and wine My stage life will be miles away But I know That it won't be too long No it won't be too long Until I sing that tour song No it won't be too long I know that my home will be miles away So have mercy It's eight bars to the stars Me and Coolzey we just won ours In cmerica's heartland I do my part man Because that's what I does No particular reason Season after season Yeah I be the rapper Your girl gets out of line What you gonna do? Slap her? That would be the capper for me sliding in Don't you do that my man I'll lift her dress like the wind High of experience and education Try to put me in the Days Inn Enough excuse for me to cave your face in Liquor chasing with the Stella Where's hip hop when they won't press up a 12 inch with an a cappella? Promoters who front they get beat down You love Busta but you never heard of Dinco D and C Brown You're like How can I be down? See clown you gotta learn to cultivate the renown Welcome to Z Town Population 88 Number of personalities I got trapped up in my metal plate I like to call a brain My wrecking ball and chain Crush this industry to rubble until no shitty wall remain But is it all in vain? How should I know? I'm just a Henny sipping Philly hitting wino So go ahead and sue me I'm just another Rumi Drunken poet wooing honey-dips until they do me We ain't got far to ride If we make time say it's about a day Until I'm home There will be porches and wine My stage life will be miles away But I know That it won't be too long No it won't be too long Until I sing that tour song No it won't be too long I know that my home will be miles away So have mercy