Near The End

Well there's a right time and a right place

Mexico City and a steel briefcase

Filled with the soul

Of a young man

And there's a holy ghost on the other side

Looking for a bed to close his eyes

While he gets away

From the routine

We on the go

Route 66

Convertible and a bunch of chicks

I can't complain

Life's been good to me

Scotch on the rocks

And pacific coasts

Block the wind

And Light the roach

We outta here

I'm signing off

(Don't you close your eyes you'll miss all the fun)

We're Almost Near The End.

Well there's a right time and a right place

2 technics in a metal case

And a bb gun

Don't shoot your eye

And Kerouac is in the back

Fill the shelf

And clean the rack

It's apropos, what up bro

We on the go

95

Rocking till the wheels fall off the side

Ain't no rims to spin

To my chagrin

Insomnia

A pack of blues

Coltrane speakers

And converse shoes.

Lace em up, we on the run.

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written by GIBBS, FREDDIE / CONTE, RICHARD ANDREW / KAWESCH, MICHAEL / LOBBAN-BEAN, WILLIAM ERNEST

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