mileage.(may).vary Lyrics

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

Its 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