I work in the dead of night When the roads are quiet And no one is around To track my moves Racing the yellow lights To find the gate is open She's waiting
symphony The bittersweet of life, of life. Walk on with your scars, don't turn around run utill you see light, till you see light. Yeah. Uh The long road
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Don't really know how I got here I got some pictures on my phone New names and numbers that I don't know Address to places like Abbey Road Day turns
and Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end Of the road
like hell yeah, This shit so good it don't even smell bad, And you can tell dad, that I'm a muthafucker, You niggas betta not slip, Ice Road Truckers,
I had to work for my name to survive, damn Im lucky to be alive, The rooftops block any rain out Im in the booth and im letting all my pain out, I feel
find myself, Me and no one else! Which way I get down, searchin', Searchin', can't find a Road that I should take, I should, tomorrow left us! Like nothing works
and then I say a prayer If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs I bypass the elevator and i took the stairs Now that hard work got me ridin
road That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road code I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road
Jamaica explode When a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road
on the weekend there was a 9 out of 10 standing outside the bar "My name is Shane, how do you like me so far?" was my pickup line It's been working since
you prefer to fly? All of the roads are open in your life, in your life Give it up to me Hey, can we go by walking? Do you prefer to fly? All of the roads
but I have to Never wanted this, never want to see you hurt Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve People are people and sometimes it doesn't work
Yeah come holla at ya uncle I understand I'm back by popular demand [Pusha-T (Pharrell)verse 1] You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal Used to bag work
the rafters Put the laces in my old working shoes Bad angel, get off of my should Bad angel, let me be I'm standing at the cross roads of Temptation
One, two, three, four! Wake up and live, y'all, Wake up and live! Wake up and live now! Wake up and live! Life is one big road with lots of signs, So
have dat droppa sleep and dem a get back up later Yo! Dat wi seh... hold on... We nah hold back nuh talk Need a work wi a work Live and direct pon a