Lyrics:
in the noonday sun
Lazy bones, sleeping in the shade
How you 'spect to get your cornmeal made?
You'll never get your corn meal made
Sleeping in
and a Navjo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They tho't that they would make some easy bucks
If they're washin'
road)
They took the road so it's alright by me
(The road)
Some are survivors, some are debris
(The road)
If you play in a band that's the road that
wah we live deh life yah hey
But mi neva lef mi mag
A long time
Only God alone know mi pain
And the road weh mi chad
A long time
Verse1:
A long time
pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
By
on the road, on the road
On the road, on the road
Remember when they tried to play me slow
What in the fuck did you take me for
I'm On the road, on the road
guarded by police
Me tek ten thousand chariots just fi reach
Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief
Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece
dem future
Nuff a dem too young Fi deh a road a wash car window
But mamma deh a yard no food Fi eat
There's no retreat that's why dem affi touch di
pony and a Navajo
Who used to bake frijoles in cornmeal dough
For the people passing by
They thought that they would make some easy bucks
By
took the road so it's alright by me
Some are survivors, some are debris
If you play in a band that's the road that you take
Living in it, eating in
In the ghetto, pot ah cook with cornmeal dumplings
Dem dead before dem reach to 20 something
The living ah nuh fun ting, hunting for that pie inside
than cornmeal porridge
Yuh live lavish
Yuh mek mi run the money fast speed sonic
Twerk it why not bet mi mek yuh reach yuh climax
Girl mi know fi mek yuh
The wheel is in my hands
Homesickness in my head
I cross green cornfields
And pastures where cattle graze
Wooden old straws
At both road sides
round mi neck not mi brain nor mi feet up with the food mi consume poppi dem say why if you eat up with me vegetables cornmeal and mi wheat fire house big
the cornmeal dumpling, the cartwheel dumpling
Belly full up, never do the rumbling
Could a never thief a road, if me every try do that
Mi would a get a kuncking…
The best stuff we've made yet
Drink by the light of moonshine
Dance it's the fourth of July
We used to use barely
And some rye
Now it's cornmeal
Most
a nigga dirty?
All these sins and what karma brings I just hope we make it past thirty
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
So I do the road (do the road), do the road
Walk the heavenly road
walk the road the Heavenly road
Walk the heavenly road
Children step by step we trod to Zion
walk the heavenly road
out ah Egypt
hit your ass back
Jiffy cornbread, you'll never see my stash
Mixed with cornmeal, good luck on coming back
I be knowing ahma ball, yeah I'm like that
I
Flew Southwest like it’s South By
Just touched down now we outside
See the Uber that’s our ride
Had the flight delay but that’s alright
On the road
Cyaan' tell mi mada weh me ah go through
Road rougher dan St. Thomas
Lonely days ah get common
Mi past ah haunt mi wid one hand
Cyaan' find nuh weh fi
ain't a game to me
It's more than money and fame you see
Y'all choose to live dangerously
Gain some knowledge
Bred by two lovers from the islands
My blood
cornmeal porridge
Me wah rich so till me no member broke pocket
Me wah switch from a 3 star to a matic
600 honda bike a dilly through traffic
Always going
a pot a cornmeal
To feed Di family
And belly still a cry it hungry
Some days it did worse
When no money nah run
And Di electric cut off
Mummy cry
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