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Walk On By Lyrics - Artist : Insane Clown Posse
Imagine this
Let's say you're walkin', New York to LA What kinda bullshit would you face along the way? You couldn't do it, not without a mother fucking gun 'Cause ain't nobody out there tryin' to help anyone Shit, you'd be lucky if you made it out of Brooklyn Without getting that sack on your back tooken Fags pulling over all along the route And people all on the jack move for your tow loot (Checkin' in) Weirdos in vans, racists in pickups Stick-ups, always gettin' got for your get-ups Police are ridin' next to ya and flexin' on ya And fuckin' with ya all the way to California Hope you can dodge cars, 'cause people are crazy And at least two will try to hit your ass on daily People drivin' by, throwin' bottles, bustin' your head But you ain't about to stop walkin' across this land You on a mission I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be This world is for you, but this world ain't for me I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go) This world is for you, but this world ain't for me Walkin' through St. Louis, some ganstas stop ya Rock your chin so hard, your knees buckle and drop ya Rob for your headphones and walking stick But you keep movin' on, another loss, chalkin' it You seein' redneck rebels wavin' flags up high And they teachin' they kids to do the same when they die Triple K, cops, evil eyes, knee-high boots And little towns full of folks who won't tell if they shoot You just walkin' through. Locals like, "Who the fuck?" And then Hillbilly Buck pulls up in a truck And straight up ragdoll bumps your ass all in the street And says "We don't like strangers," and he boots your teeth By the time you hit Utah, you're fuckin' hitch hikin' Only homos and lunatics take to your liking Families ride by with they doors on lock The world's closin' in, but you ain't gon' stop You keep walkin' I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go) This world is for you, but this world ain't for me (Right there) I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go) This world is for you, but this world ain't for me You cross mountains on foot and almost freeze to death And the one that nobody gives is a fuck You get to Vegas. Pow! You get shot in the leg You don't know how it happened. You don't care anyway People all up in your face tryin' to sell you drugs You walk right through rumbles and wars, duckin' slugs People pickin' fights with you, too many to count They been ripped off your shirt and dug your pockets out The savages trip you. You get back up Now you're huffin' through the desert in some Walmart Chucks (Damn) You finally reach the West Coast and get kidnapped By a serial killer, the fuckin' worst of the pack But you fight back. Fuck that. Kick him in his face You escaped his van, and now you're back on pace You wonder how this could be as you reach your goal The place we call "home" is out of control I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be This world is for you, but this world ain't for me I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be This world is for you, but this world ain't for me (Right there) I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go) This world is for you, but this world ain't for me (Right there) I walk on by, like I got somewhere to be (And there you go) This world is for you, but this world ain't for me |
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