on the road (take me home) Lyrics

Take me home - take me home

- Take me home -take me home

Yup, Barry Bonds shit

Take me home I'm on my Barry Bonds shit

No Derek Jeter

No disrespect, I'm just not a short-stop

I'm more like A-Rod - First Base

First Based God

That short-stop not gettin past me

Naw, fuck it all

Fuck what ya heard

Fuck what ya say

Fuck the tall green grass in the Pokemon game

Fuck the stats

Fuckin' flatten your shit like Lamar J

I want another J

Toke again, toke again, toke again, toke

Turn it up with no radish no turnip

But I'm turnin up like Tolkien on my Magnum Opus

Aw, fuckin' Adrienne with my Masterpiece

Aw, friendly neighbourhood pill runner

All summer all fuckin' day

Got my fuckin vacay pay

Gonna take it all to the slots bitch

Burn it all on fuckin' red, red, red, 666

Thrill a bitch like Milhouse, yup

Gonna take a bitch on vacation

Yup, like Crazy Rich Asians

On the fuckin' Netflix page

Front page shit, Surrey Now, Surrey Now

Fuckin' came up from Enver Creek

Like how'd he do that?

Benny know a few tricks in the sleeve

And the ace in the hole and I never knew shit

But diggin a grave don't

Take that much brainpower

She gave me so much brain

I thought it was a rainshower

Naw, naw, fuckin' paid to talk

I be paid to talk

I be super saiyan blonde, yup

Don't believe me J watch

We're J chillin' up in UBC, yup

View's pretty chill, if you ask me

Yup, yup, fuck whatcha heard

Fuck whatcha see

Fuckin' basic bitches with another

Starbucks in they fist

Fuckin' rings, rings, rings

But no fuckin' husbands

Hahaha

No fuckin' has-beens, naw

That don't count - naw

That don't count

He a countin

He go to school every day

Fuckin' brush the teeth

And fuckin' go to bed

And do it again

And fuckin' die one day

Fuck what ya are

Fuck whatcha say

Fuck whatcha think

(And then this is where we play ball)

Let's go to Robson Street skating rink

And we'll have a time

Shit's so spendy

I'm like don't forget me

I go round and round and round yup

I be skatin crossovers

Find the dog downtown

Fuckin' crossfaded downtown Dogtown

Fuck it all

Left your bitch in the friendzone way back

Naw, it's like no problem

It's like bygones, bygones, all good

No bridges burned, no lines crossed, naw, naw

No we good though, we still good friends

Even though I haven't seen you in decades

Fuck whatcha heard fuck whatcha say

On my J.C. values, up in Surrey '95

Yup, look it up, look alive

Benny gonna outrun 'em

Yup

Benny Benzo, yup

With the tinted fuckin' window

In the passenger seat, like Jackie K

I'm King of the Beats.. yup, yup

On the road

Fuck what you heard, fuck what you know

On my doot-doot-doot on my Nardwaur

I'm like serviette, I'm like serve or swerve

I'm like J-chillin' iconic, hawk tuah

You can't even talk to a bitch.