Lyrics:
Blue as a gun called love
Just twenty two years and the road leads back
To the place I left home from
Seems like a life time ago
All the cafe's
or twenty years down the road you'll see them illuminated by the moonlight
They have the faith and they have the hope to find something in the night
Three hundred miles is a long way to go
Just to find out who you were
Twenty two years and there ain't nothing changed
The baptists still fighting
to go & pop the question
A year down the line she was telling me she's pregnant
I felt the pressure but I took responsibility
It's time to find
Three hundred miles is a long way to go
Just to find out who you were
Twenty two years and there ain't nothing changed
The baptists still fighting
Three hundred miles is a long way to go
Just to find out who you were
Twenty two years and there ain't nothing changed
The baptists still fighting
gratitude, Know what I had to? change my attitude, I was prepping for success in advance, By following my plans, I had to take a chance
While im young and Im
gain weight
Can't crack a smile in the bank
That's my game face
I pray to God I make it up
'cause I done sinned a lot
Buffed up, but weigh a buck twenty
go to bed early
My bedroom was right by it
Singing "Gloria in excelsis Deo"
Sure enough angels came to comfort us
And we rode on wings through all
alone
20 years later and I can't get passed it
Went to a birthday came home and you had passed shit
Famous last words I'll see you whenever
How quick that
glamorous bout Mandalay Bay
Guns blazing drugs are amazing
Cut and paste lyrics got me feeling impatient
I already lost 20 years getting wasted
Trapped inside
hella times on the road, we bored his bro
Could've fived Biggs
Give me 20 or more no fibs
Pissed, should've got put in a spliff
Ay, remember when I
out
Letters from the IRS arriving at mom's now
Man, I guess that's just what happens here
Mid-twenties trying to salvage a rap career
Skip doing taxes
gazin' out the windows of life
Still blazin' peep the pages of
My twenty year vice we influenced 'dem
Joint papers on my table
And i ain't usin' them it's
like "really"
Orlando is my city, nigga, Orlando is my city
Twenty-one years, never fucked with the OPD
Seem like gotta flip them a bird
Every time I
killed a nigga the city love, he don't come outside today
They shoot his mama house up every night, right now, he wide awake
On the road to riches, they
was benefits
Where was my old man
Like where was my dad
Where was the guy who could pick up pieces
Lucky your son became a fucking genius
But 20 years
on tape deck
And I never stopped writing, after 20 years and I can still get excited
So much more to give and a lot to live for
Don't let 'em tell you
Contrary to popular belief
I wasn't born with a mic in my sleeve
Took damn near twenty years to proceed to that point
But when i did it was a rebirth
took a breath
And I got my yacht
And the years went by
And it never changed
And it never grew
And I never dreamed
And I woke one day
And I looked around
from the crypt
Man knew Devs spits like shells from a clip
Said shut your mouth you can tell I'm the shit
Fifteen years giving them hell bare hits
anymore
No
Daddy's been drinking beer
Every night for 20 years
And mama just sits there on the couch
Poppin' pills to drowned her tears
And they
Now it's understood, it's finally kicked in.
And as we stop by this gathering of fire at the rocks,
I've forgotten all your world and here's to one
in June"
And I thought, "Okay"
And I took a breath
And I got my yacht
And the years went by
And it never changed
And it never grew
And I never
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