Hitch Hikin'
Runnin', runnin' from the law
Eyes squinting from the sun
Don't know where we at, yeah
Mm, mm, yeah
Runnin', runnin' from that lust
Gunnin', gun it to the sun
Drivin', cruisin' thru the mud
Hitch hikin' on the coast
Devil pulled up in his ghost
Said cruise this road w me
I'll take you up the road
In exchange you'll have no soul
I said no, he said, Hollywood won't like dat
Sell it, sell it, I'll put you on the tele
Come and stand underneath my umbrella
I can get you and your family whatever
I know they struggle and you feel the pressure
Like whoa
I make the world sing all your songs
Them Hollywood nites all alone
I knew I'd run into your soul
Just hop in this car
If I hop up in this whip, what you gon' do for me
We ain't talking nothing, thas my soul for eternity
I know you talk slick
And the fame sounds sick
But what am I to do
I'm about to be 26
They offer me this
And bliss on Earth
When the price is right
But I know my worth
I can't turn my back on love
You want me to self destruct
Give me things you think I want
But God gave me this
This is my gift
Now I'm
Runnin', runnin' from the devil
Somewhere in the Hidden Hills
Hitch hikin' California
Mm, mm, yeah
Runnin', runnin' from the devil
Skin burnt, no shirt
I don't know where I'm going
Hitch hikin' on the coast
Devil pulled up in his ghost
Said cruise this road w me
I'll take you up the road
In exchange you'll have no soul
I said no, he said, Hollywood won't like dat
Eyes squinting from the sun
Don't know where we at, yeah
Mm, mm, yeah
Runnin', runnin' from that lust
Gunnin', gun it to the sun
Drivin', cruisin' thru the mud
Hitch hikin' on the coast
Devil pulled up in his ghost
Said cruise this road w me
I'll take you up the road
In exchange you'll have no soul
I said no, he said, Hollywood won't like dat
Sell it, sell it, I'll put you on the tele
Come and stand underneath my umbrella
I can get you and your family whatever
I know they struggle and you feel the pressure
Like whoa
I make the world sing all your songs
Them Hollywood nites all alone
I knew I'd run into your soul
Just hop in this car
If I hop up in this whip, what you gon' do for me
We ain't talking nothing, thas my soul for eternity
I know you talk slick
And the fame sounds sick
But what am I to do
I'm about to be 26
They offer me this
And bliss on Earth
When the price is right
But I know my worth
I can't turn my back on love
You want me to self destruct
Give me things you think I want
But God gave me this
This is my gift
Now I'm
Runnin', runnin' from the devil
Somewhere in the Hidden Hills
Hitch hikin' California
Mm, mm, yeah
Runnin', runnin' from the devil
Skin burnt, no shirt
I don't know where I'm going
Hitch hikin' on the coast
Devil pulled up in his ghost
Said cruise this road w me
I'll take you up the road
In exchange you'll have no soul
I said no, he said, Hollywood won't like dat
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Writer(s): Trey Christie
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