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I'm just an underthinkin', overusin', tall drinkin', short fusin'
Gettin' in my own way
I'm just a blood-stained, folded hands
Throwin' back the milligrams
I can't find the breaks
I'm hidin' from the sun
Devil ridin' shotgun
God knows I'ma crash and burn
'Cause that highway to hell is the road I'm on
I need to turn around before I'm too far gone
If I'm ever gonna make it on them streets of gold
I gotta quit livin' on a dead end road
I'm a red-linin', low-lifein', anything but law-abidin'
Feels too good to quit
I'm runnin' off the edge, they say I'm just a wreck
Diggin' me deeper than six
'Cause that highway to hell is the road I'm on
I need to turn around before I'm too far gone
If I'm ever gonna make it on them streets of gold
I gotta quit livin' on a dead end road
I'm gonna die livin' on a dead end road
I'm gonna die livin' on a dead end road
I'm gonna die livin' on a dead end road
Die livin' on a dead end road
'Cause that highway to hell is the road I'm on
I need to turn around before I'm too far gone
If I'm ever gonna make it on them streets of gold
I gotta quit livin' on a dead end road
If I'm ever gonna make it on them streets of gold
I gotta quit livin' on a dead end road
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