[INTRO:]
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Listen, first, you must travel, a long, desolate road
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This road that you shall travel, will seem like nowhere.
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That nowhere, will turn into somewhere
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Keep your head up Bubba, don't let nobody get you down,
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Cause that road you travel will turn around
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I've accepted every challenge, and risen to all occasions
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A country boy that got 'em shook like Randy Moss and Jason
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Perhaps some of these numerals don't fit in ya'lls equation
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If your opinions coincide with that you oughta save ‘em
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Lookin?for the greatest Southern rapper, fuck it period
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Negative spirits they only keeping down a myriad
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Of Satan's substances, and my systems?still my wisdom
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It never once compromised that between God and I
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Never once forgotten my manners
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Cause my ma'ama played in public housin?in Alabama
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But she had a diff'rent plan for me, russ and ginger
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Thank the lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops he must remember us
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Are you really down when those other clowns disappear
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Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer
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Man made me drink the blood, and showed me life was precious
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The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere is my direction
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[Chorus]
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I know what it's like to be nowhere
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I know what it's like
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I know what it's like to be nowhere
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I know what it's like
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Can you relate to five kids, six fish sticks on the plate
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All writin?to Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late
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Or to catch the fish you bait the hook with lil?Dylan's poo-poo
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On Mr. Allen's property, he catch you, he will shoot you
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Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions
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But where I'm from being broke is no honorable affliction
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Love some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted
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But slum is still slum, so you best believe we told it
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Every fire arm from AK's to 30-30's
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And from live watch to live stock they pays the early birdy
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Thus we worked the land like you worked the block with yayo
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But I choose keys over cattle cause the profits way more
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But I might get locked away though peddling the sno cones
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So we keep it simplified with acres of that homegrown
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It's the finest shine that you can find on this side of Memphis
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From east nowhere to west somewhere still the grind is endless
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[Chorus]
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It all comes down to this, one last chance to advance
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Beyond the second round of the big dance, all my plans
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Of being viewed as something special, more than just the other one
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We'll vanish from the papers and the plague the South has suffered from
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The world's weight plus a ton, restin?on my shoulders
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But what's attractive, to ease my nerve, is blessed to the beholder
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Cause Eminem's incredible, but did I really need to say this
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For ya'll to leave my soul at rest and add me to your playlist
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But this time I may just, leap and clear that hurdle man
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Cause there's gonna be a million more, who knows if they'll be worth a damn
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Bubba K, I surely am, with that silky kinda sound
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Carson Daily host it out, I'll be early for this time around
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Cause I've come to far for my own mistakes to quell me
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Cause looking back at self improvement proves an aching ailment
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Cause nothing they can tell me will get me somewhere in a hurry
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If I'm nowhere, then that nowhere will leave me no more need to worry
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Nowhere
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Bubba Sparxxx |