The Mule Lyrics

Im on a bus to baton rouGE
with dog shit on my shoes
im not on a vacation
my travel is taboo
my dealer calls me godspeed
THE FEDS call me A mule
AND the driver of the bus looks like he's been sniffin glue
im breakin out in sweats
JUST tryin to keep my cool

with interstate trafficking, the charge is federal
BUT imMA make a million dollars
sWALLOWing balloons
so I COULD HAVE PILES OF COKE
TO COOK up in my spoon
addictED FROM THE WOMB HOPE I DONT END UP IN A TOMB
prayin to my mama HOPE to see you really soon
tyin off in bathrooms
louisiana by noon
if the coppAz try to catch me
im reinacting high noon
higher than an airplane
my mind is like a cyclone
WHILE drug enforcement agentS check FOR evidence AT my home
I PRACTICE SANTeRIA IN MY PALM I JUGGLE CHICKEN BONES and pray that they dont lock me up
a prisoner in their catacomb


i need another fix as i taste in on my lips
and this GREASY little courier
keeps starin at my tits
my hotel smells like piss
THEY'VE GOT hookers up in
for twenty bux they let you fuck
for ten they suck your dick
but im not havin it
heres the money i gotta split
but i need another sec to tape on all these bricks
drop me at the bus stop
and driver make it quick
pretend you never saw me
take this 20 as a tip
NOW MY bus is not leaving until 20 after 6
and i need to chase a dragon
before i pitch a fit
let me find a private place
so i can try this shit
as mama watches over me
i know it makes her sick
just a little pinprick
can never make you make me wince
CHINA WHITE is on my mind
so let the high commence

the new york city skyline
the best ive seen in days
SLEEPIN on this bus CLAUSTROPHOBIAS GOT me CRAZED
BUT THE h
HAS keep me numb
MY visionS in a haze
I NEED TO TAKE A SHOWER
OR AT LEAST JUST WASH MY FACE
i wish i was at home
ALONE TO masturbate
IM just tryin to make IT BACK
so i can find a better place
my vanity is raped tryin to eat off
this plate
and all this fuckin hate
everybody is fake

RELIEVE ME OF THE PACKAGE CLOSE MY EYES THEN PULL THE TAPE.



THEN COUNT OUT EVERY DOLLAR AND THAT WAS 10 IT WASNT 8
MOTHER FUCKING GRAND FOR CARRYING YOUR WEIGHT
im not tryin to get fucked
im tryin to get paid
now let me get some shit
with this money that i made
its a pleasure doin business
i hope you're happy
great
id really love to stay
but im already running late
i got a date with death.


(Thanks to Alicia for these lyrics)