[Intro: cocky male MC, laughing over the organ] Old road, old man, old booth, old sign Pull up, slow down, wait in line [Verse 1: cocky male MC, bouncing] You used to run the gate on the only road in Every song that rolled up had to tell you where it's been "Show me where you bled, show me what it cost Pay the toll in pain or turn around, you lost" Had a striped arm and a stamp that said no Made a mile of headlights sit and wait in the snow Felt like a king in a booth the size of a closet Every song you turned away, you called it a deposit Then the county came through with the dozers and the cones Laid a six-lane road that don't run past your throne [Hook: cocky male MC, bouncing] They built a bypass, and the music don't slow down You still in the booth on the old road out of town Hand out the window like the world still owes a fee Heart so full of hate, you need a bypass more than me [Verse 2: cocky male MC, meaner] Now it's eighty miles an hour past the exit that you ran Every truck is loaded up with songs you said were banned Kids are singin' in the back with the windows rolled down Every hook you tried to stop is the loudest thing in town You called the county screamin' that they're sneakin' past your post County said, "Sir, you're guardin' a road that's just a ghost" You can charge the moon, you can tax the breeze Only thing that's stoppin' at your window is the leaves Hung a sign off the bridge sayin' "REAL ONLY, PLEASE" Every eighteen-wheeler blew it back into the trees [Hook: cocky male MC, bouncing] They built a bypass, and the music don't slow down You still in the booth on the old road out of town Hand out the window like the world still owes a fee Heart so full of hate, you need a bypass more than me [Bridge: cocky male MC, slower, heavy 808] Exit's closed, exit's closed Weeds comin' up where the traffic used to go Hate's a two-lane road with a dead-end sign And you the only car still waitin' in the line [Verse 3: cocky male MC, harder] I ain't even mad, I'ma wave when I pass Two honks for the gatekeeper, let the bass hit the glass Doctor checked your pressure, thought it was a phone number Said, "Sir, with all this hate, you might not see another summer" Every song you turned around is on a road trip now Every kid you called a fake is gettin' paid somehow So keep the damn booth, it's yours, I'll even pay the light Leave a quarter on the ledge for you every Friday night [Final Hook: talkbox sings the hook once, then the cocky male MC doubles it] They built a bypass, and the music don't slow down You still in the booth on the old road out of town Hand out the window like the world still owes a fee Heart so full of hate, you need a bypass more than me [Outro: talkbox] Bypass [End]
