[Verse 1: Houston screw male MC, slow and heavy over half-time drums and deep 808] You slid the cash box off my counter while I stepped out back Jumped into your pickup with the ladder on the rack Peeled out on the farm road, gravel flyin' past the sign And I watched you through the window, finished my sandwich, took my time Everybody in the store said "Cal, you gotta chase him down" I said "chase him where, there's sixty miles of nothin' round this town" Your gauge was on a quarter, I could see it from the door And a quarter in that pickup gets you forty, nothin' more So I'm swangin' slow, I'm leanin', got nowhere I gotta be 'Cause every road around here, baby, ends up back at me [Hook: Houston screw male MC, chopped and screwed, heavy half-time] I ain't in no hurry, baby, run it if you must Sixty miles of farm road and a whole lot of dust Every tank out on this road is gonna need a fill at last I ain't in no hurry, 'cause I own the only gas [Verse 2: Houston screw male MC, heavier, guitar licks crawlin' under the bars] Forty miles out, your engine starts to cough and spit And one sign's glowin' up ahead, and you're thinkin' "this is it" Pull in to the only station on the whole long empty run And the sign says Cal's in big red letters, and it's my second one Pump says "pay inside," and inside there's a kid behind the till And the kid's my nephew Dre, and Dre is sittin' very still 'Cause I called him on the landline when you peeled out of the lot Said "a man's gon' come in thirsty, give him all the time he's got" Throwed, I'm on the road now, ridin' easy, doin' thirty-five Got a sweet tea and a toothpick and the radio and the drive [Hook: Houston screw male MC, chopped and screwed, heavy half-time] I ain't in no hurry, baby, run it if you must Sixty miles of farm road and a whole lot of dust Every tank out on this road is gonna need a fill at last I ain't in no hurry, 'cause I own the only gas [Verse 3: Houston screw male MC, footfall gain, one heavier hit on the downbeat of every line, louder each time, till he's at the counter] Pull up to my station, park beside your empty truck You're standin' at the counter with my cash box, out of luck Dre is twirlin' every pump key on a ring around his thumb And you're lookin' at the door like there's another place to run Ain't no other place out here, it's me or it's the sand I ain't gon' lay a finger, I don't need to raise a hand Set the box down on the counter, and I'll even let you dine Got sixty miles to think about it, and every one of 'em is mine [Outro: Houston screw male MC, chopped and screwed to the end] Swangin', I ain't in no hurry, I ain't never been Take your time, baby, every road out here brings you round to Cal again [End]
