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Revolution Ain't Allowed Video (MV)




Performed By: Highway 3
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Daniel Hill




Highway 3 - Revolution Ain't Allowed Lyrics
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Well my feet
They walk on pavement
My eyes they been lookin' at gold
And my nails they're strumming steel
It's the fastest way to get my story told
And there's you
My biggest critic
Staring at me from across the glass
I'd punch you in the face and I'd shatter my knuckles
Still get a gold star from Sunday mass
So here I sit
With bloody nose broken teeth
The doctor diagnosed me with a case of the shit
Man, you better get your mind checked out
You better get your mind checked
Well money this money that
Making money for the man
Better fill your piggy bank just as fast as you can
I'm breaking my back you're breaking my heart
Well Imma take you back to 1996
My momma and my daddy raised one hell of a kid
And then he grew up
Started doing the things he wasn't supposed to do
Now I'm telling my story to you
Oh here I sit
With bloody nose broken teeth
The doctor diagnosed me with a case of the shit
Man, you better get your mind checked out
You better get your mind checked
Get your mind checked
Get your mind checked
Get your mind checked out, hey!
I got a problem with the way things be
Social structure society
But I'm out here and I'm making my mark
But I ain't a missionary and I ain't a f*ckin' narc
Imma take you on a trip down
Revolution road
Revolution road
Revolution ain't allowed
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English

Well my feet
They walk on pavement
My eyes they been lookin' at gold
And my nails they're strumming steel
It's the fastest way to get my story told
And there's you
My biggest critic
Staring at me from across the glass
I'd punch you in the face and I'd shatter my knuckles
Still get a gold star from Sunday mass
So here I sit
With bloody nose broken teeth
The doctor diagnosed me with a case of the shit
Man, you better get your mind checked out
You better get your mind checked
Well money this money that
Making money for the man
Better fill your piggy bank just as fast as you can
I'm breaking my back you're breaking my heart
Well Imma take you back to 1996
My momma and my daddy raised one hell of a kid
And then he grew up
Started doing the things he wasn't supposed to do
Now I'm telling my story to you
Oh here I sit
With bloody nose broken teeth
The doctor diagnosed me with a case of the shit
Man, you better get your mind checked out
You better get your mind checked
Get your mind checked
Get your mind checked
Get your mind checked out, hey!
I got a problem with the way things be
Social structure society
But I'm out here and I'm making my mark
But I ain't a missionary and I ain't a f*ckin' narc
Imma take you on a trip down
Revolution road
Revolution road
Revolution ain't allowed
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Writer: Daniel Hill
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