[Verse 1: manCHILD]

The rubber hits down till the wheels fall off

Another big town and I'm still on ya'll

I'll shovel this ground till it gets called off

The puddles still drawn and the dogs all bark

Something kind of special with a sawed off smile

I'm in the desert for another hundred miles

Running wild, unemployed

And I'm [?] stare, kick starts the crowd

Up jumps the boogie where the rookies aren't found

Hold hands with asphalt, the journey starts now

White lines are Morse code, stage lights and dark clouds

Accelerate the wisdom with a pedal for the right foot

Yellin' like a kettle at the chance you might look

I'll celebrate the suffering that use to keep me life shook

Snatching up kilometers and hang 'em on a high hook

This is for the other people, too much we gotta see

Excuse me fam, my 75 is calling me

[Chorus]

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road

[Verse 2: Listener]

It's 4 AM and I'm behind this wheel again

The caffeine's fading and I'm dreaming about dreaming

I think I figured out somewhere in Arizona

There's no way to own you, no way to control you

And your radio's OK, but your retail is down

Spent too much time saving face to lose it all now

And I gave out at a club called "The Last Hope"

And I've got my doubts, but I'll still pull that rope

They all look so happy tonight

Plastic faces painted with smiles and colors and life

While it all falls apart inside

This one's for her. I love her and I hate her

Don't want to degrade her, but I can't wait for later

And I got too much riding to lose what I find

Thirty miles to home read that ghost green sign

Hit this long gray, try and stay inside the lines

[Chorus]

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road

[Verse 3: Playdough]

This is for the one-stop truck stops and the airports

Help me get home when in Rome do the same as the clone

Ice on seats, tire bleeds everywhere that it needs

Find the balance for the finance and teacher receipts

Mr. Deed's what I have, get by these ministries

More than rapping industries, bound to happen emcees

At a show, I think I'm 'bout to blow, East Coast

California here I come, and yo, I'm just this close (just this close)

Or at least friends tell me that I should be (should be)

Tell me all the things I could be (I could be)

Plus understood, got the passion, peace to the rental car

Prayers keep me pushing, saying please let it get me far

-ther, than my hard earned money could stretch

Man, Christianity got me bumping God at a desk

Until the next show, burning up the petrol

We got to set your city free

So I bring the mic cord, please give me light Lord

Plus give me sight for, love to insight more

Clubs to recite for, so that you might pour

Grace to the core of people through me

[Chorus]

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

It's fine, we in this together when I go (go)

Hello again my old friend and foe

Seems like we've been here befo'

All I know is this time we gon' hit the big time

Spit shine, this is dedicated to the road