Lyrics:
dope by Georgia dome
High school no diploma
Remember days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a coach
Better watch your approach when you pull up
years
Ain't nothing about this life slow
I found women fast and easy
And a road lonely and cold
Chorus:
Twenty-five years of hard living
Another nameless
heading into that gas station
Never knowing what the hell we're about to leave with
We got 5-0 on our tail I got cash if we need bail
But he made our hearts
think I'm going comatose
V1:
I think I'm going comatose
nothing seems to look the same
no one seems to know the ropes
no one seems awakened by my
big trip
Wrapping my mind
Of ideas that long lived
Constitutional rights
Amendments have broken
Like promises made by the elite
Most accepted them;
lives doing sixty five Up to heaven is two old souls
Now theyre turning up the silence to an all time record low All the chaos and the rumbling noise wont
RICH P & Free World Music Limited (PRS)
By Road Elf
Written and composed by Clifford Hall - Damian Hall - Nigel Whitefield
Intro
Mi naah laugh
At seventeen my life began
On a thirty-five foot catamaran
It was a boat that he called Destiny
The old man and the sea and me
He told stories 'bout
the City the watchman waketh but in vain, by strength shall no man prevail but the just shall live by faith protect my life oh LORD Jehovah protect my life.
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road yeah
Ima spend these bands on the road
Ima spend these bands on the road (The
down this road
I made these 4 agreements with myself I try to live by
But I still mess up on the regular, despite
All my efforts cause I'm just a man
nothing, you’ve got nothing left to lose
V2:
I wake up in my own home, my own bed
I work for and I’m proud
How many times can I yell at the TV by myself
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
to carry on
And while you're gone I'll focus on my dough
The life I live it can be cold
The many nights I'm on the road
The thought of you I won't feel so
by you
Know it's going down you come inside my room and
I need all my bitches with me five times two
It's a lot of niggas moving, it's like they don't
fantasy's gone Both of y'all thinkin it's the +End of the Road+ Wanna break like Nate, Mike, Shawn, and Wan' Hold up, you ain't gotta live through such
they see me
I flaunt it: America's Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon' die, we bleed
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three-six to eighteen
And only five in, the belly of the beast
Didn't want to hear the shit I tried to tell
five because forever's not a long time
Long ride, long road all go
All gas no brakes ten toes
Implanted in the streets with the lost souls
Environment is
your friends home
Keep on tryna hide it, but your friends know
I only call you when it's half-past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only
On the road
Just doesn't get old
I come along
From the nine to five
We play pretend
I'm Bonnie you're Clyde
Let's go
Far away from home
I'm dancing to jazz
that we're moving on
Every day I live for those who gone so
Work hard for a better life
Put in time from the morning that 9 to 5
But my dreams come alive
to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly
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