End of the Road

(Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?)

Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny

I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money

Fun, fun, funny, you’ll run from me

No irony, no, I pardon no one, nobody

Chop, chop, chop it, right hand, chop it like a pickpocket

You had the mic, now you can't drop it

Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody

I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

I think I’m up for the challenge

To show I got me some mileage

I bought a car and a cottage

I got Suzanne in my baggage

Got a list in my bucket

Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket

I fit in any socket

Close the door, I'ma knock it

I got my ticket, I'ma flee

Selling overseas

I just blink and get a fee

Watch out, whatcha think of me?

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads

Lately, I got ceilings but I burn in the sun

I never miss one shot, I’m sick as a gun

I got mortal friends

I’m dead as they come like "hey, I’m on the way"

I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay

Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes

When we crash, I hit the ER, this is a thriller, I did it for the PR

I did it for the fear

I did it knowing there’s a Animal Pak in the back of the fridge

I go pack it up, might triple attack

And battery acid, my stacks in the cab

Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs

I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t (Okay, now repeat that one more time)

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road

But my trip is mad, I ain’t finished, I got loads