Driving west. Burning daylight and gasoline. I know now what we're running from. I know why we scream. Feeling fate, growing up, getting old. As if by
Jeannie and became a running gun I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best As I smiled
will translate it on scrolls and archive it Where students in the classrooms of history relive it Relive it, Because I write the words and I give it away After it
with a pencil (bitch) And waste the paper on you, choppin down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as
and goes and there will be another, I say bring it on the roots that grow underground are as big as the tree that you see if not it will fall down we waste
trillion universes or more if you please or if you don't His pursed lips fill up even more universes than his frown As his anger grows as it descends
A driver on a busy freeway Racing the oblivious cars It's the motor of the western world Spinning off to every extreme Pure as a lover's desire Evil as
it, get it, can't afford it get it credit, Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? then you better ched it, Ab-swing, blue blocker, Tupac or Biggy, East
comes and goes and there will be another, I say bring it on the roots that grow underground are as big as the tree that you see if not it will fall down we waste
I just dont know Its seeds are planted in a poison place where nothing grows [Chorus] It's 1989 stand up and take a look around Weathers bitter tension it
for opening 0:18] [B-Real:] It's, so phenomenal, it's no optical illusion I give you a transfusion I'm from L.A.C. with West coast hustle It's a worldwide