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​Lost On Tour

This song is by Bad Ronald and appears on the album Bad Ronald (2001).

We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

Now you know I wanted more from the get up when I started
Be the A Double Dog and I love to get retarded
When we board the bus, I hold my own
But I love to make connections, when we far from home

Phone on roam, I call this guy
Score that cure so we can all stay high
Now why be dry, I steady stash my shit
Dancing at the club trying to take a hit

It just out drunk driving, smoking what we bought
Hold it down as we roll, so we don't get caught
Score it, pack it, pass it around
And you know you can't test the champion sound

'Cause we be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

I don't know which way to go
I can't miss this fuckin' show
Oh my God, why did I smoke so much weed?

Now I'm all schizophrenic
Paranoid, shit is hectic
Won't someone please come and help me

Yo Kaz Gamble, ya, take a long deep breath
You need another hit and a beer, you're a mess
I don't know, A Double, I think I need a shower
But we're on at the Garden in one half hour

'Cause we be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

I smoked that weed, yo, oh, oh
I smoked that weed, yo, alright, alright
I smoked that weed, yo, oh, oh
I smoked that weed, yo, alright, alright

Voice I heard before as I run for the door
And I'm really not sure what they chase me for
Can't find my stash, can't find my cash
Got a roach on a clip but it just won't last

Hurry as I worry and they follow my path
They got they eyes on me, it's a feeling I have
But I can't get mad, I'm trying to smoke
I know them laws but I find it a joke

You could take this quote, let it mean what you like
I smoke weed every day, I smoke weed every night
I can see through the bullshit, I still believe
If it grows out the ground, it was meant for me

But the man who decides how I live my life
Call me an addict and the shit ain't right
Chase my car, tie my hands
But I'm minding my own, so I don't understand

'Cause we be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law, now we want some more

We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
We be lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the law

(I smoked that weed, yo, oh, oh)
Lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
(I smoked that weed, yo, alright, alright)
Lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more

(I smoked that weed, yo, oh, oh)
Lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more
(I smoked that weed, yo, alright, alright)
Lost on tour searching for the cure
Running from the lawn, now we want some more

Written by:

Callahan Devon S; Handelman Aaron M; Hollander Samuel; Ray Doug; Schommer David Andrew; Sobiech Christopher C