7) Back To Bean

Back 2 Bean

back to Boston again, the 4th time in 3 days
I'm in haze of carbon emissions, radar rays
wearing a path with my tires, I'm bout to expire
caught in a quagmire, my 2 city satire

i jump on the merrit, 91, 84
you want more, we represent the mass pike fo sho!
the apple to the bean in 3 hours
make a call runnin late, where the goddamn cell phone tower

I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston

My gas flashin me like a drunken college coed
4 bucks a gallon, I need a moped, a dogsled
too many house wife commandos cloggin up the road
with suburban utility vehicles

and passin' on the right is against my fathers principles
I'm bought to make an exception, need to learn you a lesson
got to get to Boston and I'm already stressin,
so drive BITCH!

I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston

We can debate the merit of the Merrit vs. 95
trading trucks for deer or two lanes for 5,
either way the mobil corporation dominates the service station
Krispy Kreme glaze causing belt line inflation

Connecticut Cops, a road gang, their unmarked crown vics,
throwin up signs, handin down tix,
you want to serve and protect me,
we'll slide to the side cause you make me tardy

you need to slide to the side, I'm trying drive ...sucka!

forget the restop, we about the all-purp travel center
buy a coffee, get a gun, do a bender, change your gender
pick a T-shirt, let me see
"these colors don't run or maybe freedom isn't free"

from sea to shining sea, or maybe just the
dirty jersey shore to the Boston tea party
cause I'm rockin 84 on the way to I90
blind folded, no hands, hey ma look at me!

like a newborn babe, my mothers arms be the drivers seat
drone of the engine hypnotic, lulls me into sleep
white lines flutter past, one by one counting sheep
start to do the nod dance in a trance

next exit 5 miles, I'll be cool
there's a roll call in my pants, and I'm starting to drool
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake
I need to take a break stay away for safety sake


on the pike doing 85 in the left lane
burned by the fung wa, chow mein on the brain
packed tight, 80 deep, and double that in gucci counterfeit
the realist of fake shit like me

the buttery club cracker MC,
I talk a lot of smack but my mouth is germ free, I wanna be
"where everybody knows your name"
so I cross the fast lane as that "dirty water" rains

I can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I want to get away, it calls me back another day

can't believe, that I'm driving back to Boston
said no, can't believe that I'm driving back to bean
every time I try to get away, it calls me back another day
can't believe that I'm driving back to Boston

driving back to bean, driving back to bean (x's)
back to bean (x's)

DRIVING BACK TO!!