I keep movingnI go from house to housenI stay committed like one foot in, one foot outnI bouncenYeah I'm leaving this placenDivorce papers falling out my briefcasennMiss Intuition, the half-truth harlotnGot her suspicions, lacks proof but wants itnI've been practicin' grabbin' the noose when the knot slipsnRewiring my mind to make the firing squad missnAnd while they're busy reloading I'm decodingnThe messages you sent with this key I keep holdingnBut it's a copy and the lock seems brokennGot me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep opennI'm fully clothed in this cock-tease momentnThe last cigarette sits between my lips but I will not smoke itnWhile it dangled I got strangled by a second handnBroke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expandnThrew the stogie to the lonely hitman for hirenTold him that he owed me, he showed me his hand's on firenWe didn't shake on it - he nodded, I nodded backnHe lit the cigarette with his fingertips and dropped the gatnI started walking the tracks you should've tied me tonWaited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to younWhen I turned my head I heard what you saidnMurder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bednSo I flednRemembered one should never look backnThere's no direction home only blood on the tracksnStuck in the pastnI jetted and left the red footprintsnFor them to follow headed toward tomorrownFrom the flasknThat you bought me for my sober anniversarynHer dad tracks my scent, she's got her old man in search of menHe knows where I'm headed, he's been therenKing of the home sits on his throne like it's an electric chairnI'm the heir to that domestic death sentencenI see people accepting lethal injections - dead in secondsnThey confuse prison for a bed in breakfastnUsed their one call on voicemail to see who left a messagenCould it be her? Could it be!?nThey're desperatenMad at me cause they lack a strategy for exitnhuhnNobody pregnant, nobody get burpednI got lost on this head trip but won't talk to an expertnMy legs hurt cos I've been walkin' with cement bootsnEver since you lured me to the water bed to get cutenShe had a wet suit and dry dispositionnBut couldn't execute that type of missionnIt's no small time thing organizing my endingnMy book of life's a Choose Your Own Adventure with a circular sectionnYou can tell your friends I walked all over younBut you know that's not what these boots were made to donIn fact, you had them crafted at the storenYou said, Baby, slip em on, I don't know what you take me for...nKnew what was up when som'n felt nailed to the floornAnd since the key didn't work I kicked my way through the doornI keep movingnnI go from house to housenI stay committed like one foot in, one foot outnI bouncenYeah I'm leaving this placenDivorce papers falling out my briefcasennI keep movingnI go from house to housenI stay committed like one foot in, one foot outnI bouncenYeah I'm leaving this placenDivorce papers falling the fuck out my briefcasennI am no destinationnI am just the journeynSo don't go settling on me, lovenNo, don't go settling on mennSpeak of me in your travelsnTake pictures if you pleasenBut don't go settling on me, lovenNo don't go settling on me