Текст песни mileage.(may).vary - Five & DJ.Fresh

I'm feeling to light this tree
You scope for CHP
Nothing stop the function
Not even freeway speeds
Hotbox the HiAce
We don't need AC
Crack the windows when we're done And feel that East Bay breeze
A quick three day swing
In beautiful Frisco
Hit the Mission when we touch down
Ain't ate since Sacramento
Xcllusive plugged us with that top shelf
Much love to the kinfolk
We got time to enjoy it now
Since traffic is a shit show
I'm feeling the tempo
To "Feeling Myself"
Gridlock Bay Bridge
Going dumber than Hell
We all be holding back some trauma But we cover it well
Fresh fits, wet whips
Bruh, you never could tell
Was quite a hard sell
To get me out of SeaTac
But I got a gut feeling one day soon I'll be back
Let's grub
Then pull up at Dolores and relax
After all these miles, fam
I really need that

Hammer down now let the mileage roll on
Town to town in this big ole van for so long
Smoked all out and singing all those old songs
Pass that round and let the good times roll on

Woke up right around ten
Somewhere south of Bakersfield
Lower back dumb stiff
Like I been sleeping on steel
"Thug Livin'" on the radio
With Lok behind the wheel
The cuddy Ralph still slumped
The Bay be thumping for real
Next stop is Beverly Hills
Bruh I'm trying to get fat
Holler at some bad ones
Then burn a couple racks
Act like I'm famous
Pretend I'm upper class
Because no matter what I'm worth
Yo, I could never be all that
I'm digging in the Skunk Bag
Trying to pick a jar
Holding more exotic herbs
Than an Arabian bazaar
We done came hella far
From pressing suckers for grams
To weeks on the road
Pacific Coast at our hands
Monterey sands
Santa Ana winds
Malibu excess
And Hollywood spin
Another town, another dollar
On our bullshit again
After the City of Angels
Comes the City of Sin

Hammer down now let the mileage roll on
Town to town in this big ole van for so long
Smoked all out and singing all those old songs
Pass that round and let the good times roll on

I'd rather push through to Vegas
Booked a suite at the Luxor
But we pulled off in Barstow
Don't know what the fuck for
I'm out smoking by the front door
Fighting these bugs off
I done had enough motels
Drive-thrus and truck stops
Got a partner in Paradise
With a pack just waiting
(Kap'n)
And my fam off Tropicana
Making further arrangements
Got to meet at the Bellagio
Make good on the payment
It's a gritter's oasis
What happens here ain't staying
We got to wrap it up and take it
On the road with us through Denver
Let's go hiking in Curecanti
Got a taste for adventure
Then slide through Buena Vista
Fish the Arkansas River
Nowhere I'd rather be
Than the Rockies in November
Stop on Colfax for dinner
Grab a burger from Little Beast
Cross over to Federal
Pay a visit to Frosted Leaf
Double back to Boulder
See what's popping on Pearl Street
Then begin the final leg
Nine more hours til we back in KC

Hammer down now let the mileage roll on
Town to town in this big ole van for so long
Smoked all out and singing all those old songs
Pass that round and let the good times roll on