I`m in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick, But I`m going insane, The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street They`re all pimpin` Judys and poppin` speed, well It`s a game of cat and mouse, and I think it`s got my soul, I think it`s time for thinkin` `bout a time to roll on Down the road
Here comes Big Mike, I kinda owe him some beans, He must be crazy, I guess that`s why he`s so mean, If I tell him I`m leavin`, he would sure enough split my gut, Cause he knows I sold to a sucker, and I owe Big Mike a cut, But I`ll slip him a 20-dollar bill till I get out of town, When I hit those white lines, I`m gonna be gone like a Greyhound down the road
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