End Of The Road Lyrics

(Can we get some more sub so he can feel it?)
Dumb, dumb, dummy, I’m no bunny
I’m no slobby boy, I never beg for no money
Fun, fun, funny
You’ll run from me No irony, no
I pardon no one, nobody
Chop, chop, chop it
Right hand, chop it
Like a pickpocket
You had the mic, now you can’t drop it
Dumb, dumb, dummy, once nobody I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming, sit down

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain’t finished I got loads

I think I’m up for the challenge
Shoe shows I got me some mileage
I bought a car and a cottage
I’ve got ‘Suzanne’ in my baggage
Got a list in my bucket
Squeeze the sponge, drop the pocket
I fit in any socket
Close the door, imma knock it
I got my ticket I’m a flee
Selling overseas
I just blink and get a fee
Watch out
What you think of me?

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
But my trip is mad
I ain’t finished I got loads

Lately I got ceilings but I burn in the sun
Never miss one shot I’m sick as a gun
Got mortal friends, I’m dead as they come like Hey! I’m on the way!
I left my body in the mattress by the San Francisco Bay
Now there’s a cop named Mordecai behind my pirated Mercedes
When we crash I hit the ER, this is a thriller, did it for the PR
I did it for the fear
I did it knowing there’s a
D’animal pack in the back of the fridge
I go pack it up might triple attack
And battery-acid my stacks in the cab
Menagerie cracked and my doggies run packs I just tell ’em to back it up, back it up, back it up

I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t... (OK, now repeat that one more time)
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road
I don’t know what really, really happens at the end of the road (maybe nothing)
But my trip is mad
I ain’t finished I got loads