So I pack my things and I'm going The highway, going on my way Gotta move on, the road is much too long, too long One huge road for one, one huge road
miles" Oh, the kids were so happy they started singing "99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall" for the twenty-seventh time that day So, we pulled off the road
Roadrunner, roadrunner Agoin' bout a thousand miles an hour Felt in touch with with modern world In love with the modern world Alright, here we go now Goin' twenty-eight miles
', niggaz (riiiide) Up and down, Sixth; P.A., niggaz (we riiiide) Up and down, Seven; 7 Mile, dawgs (this is how we ride) Up and down, Eight (ride); 8 Mile
grammar) From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans) And all points in between just to get the cream (cream) Me and my "II Trill" team on the road flippin (flippin) Eight
To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado Home ain't home no more I hug the road and kiss the concrete
road Mack trucks caused country Peterbilts overload Turnpike in freak mode, kissin at a highway patrol Haulin platinum and gold, takin chicks to the superbowl Big freight with big weight Eight
my way There were oh so many roads I was living to run and running to live Never worryied about paying or even how much I owed Moving eight miles a minute
makes you run We're all looking for a shorter day We're all looking for an easy way Even when the debts are dead and gone Down, down the stairs And an eight mile
my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere I
sign I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind Eight miles out of Memphis and I got no spare Eight miles straight up downtown
one time Back before grandpa died It?s Memorial Day in America Everybody?s on the road Let?s remember our fallen heroes Y?all be sure and drive slow Ninety eight
One mile over and two miles back my heart's been crushed like a paper sack She loves another it's a natural fact one mile over and two miles back She
still I can hear the train from ten miles away If I'm here eight hours from now it'll be okay, yeah 'Cause I'm a backwoods boy, grew up on a dirt road
just a simple little flow but the lyrics is wild I'm going gold, I'll be on the open road for a while Because we worked all day on a miracle mile And
sun back to the West Coast In eight hours, oh Forget everything tomorrow We?ll be on a brand new road Chasing the sun back to the West Coast In eight
down the two mile drop The curving road that wound from the top of the hill He was pushing on through the shortening miles That ran down to the depot
's blade Crumble of rock and the walls close round Living and the dead men, two miles down Living and the dead men, two miles down Twelve men lay two miles