Lyrics:
Baby
Imma be back on the road
Imma be back on the road
Imma be back on the road
Imma be back on the road (Yeah)
Imma be back on the road (Back on)
I'm always out on this road
And sometimes I be slow
Yeah I'm not gonna lie
Sometimes I feel like swerving outta control
Then I realise
The journey
The road we walk is glitter and gold
Some may be a friend and some may be a foe
If I'm coming from the cold, could you be my road
May you be my
road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
I be road running getting to the paper
Aiming for the top don't give a fuck
can
Well take the back road
I'll be on the high road soon
Take the back road
I'll be on the high road
Be on the high road soon
Be on the road tonight
know I me I keep a Glock and my two baby twins
I’m still trappin with my niggas I be road running
Flipping packs back to back I’m gettin that the money
We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound
Little bikinis and white sand
I can't sleep, gotta leave
The summer sun starting
I tell you right now, Gonna be a long road
Gotta hold it down, even at all times lows
Open up ya mind, even when you feel it’s all over
Gotta have
away 'cross town
Until things change, I'm blacktop bound
It makes me feel alive to rev it up and ride
I'll be keepin' the road hot
I'm on the move,
quick foot down on the floor
It takes me through to places that I've never seen before
Yes I'm the b road bandit I'm driving all day long
Making my
all over again (Road, Road, Road)
And I'll build me a town (Road, Road, Road)
I'll be proud to show (Road, Road, Road)
And I'll keep the name (Road
On the road all alone on the road
On the road on the road on the road
I be trippin on the road
I be sippin on the road
B**** i'm really with the sh**
You and your dawgs let me hold something yea
But me and my dawgs we be road running yea
And all of your dawgs they ain’t on nothing yea
But me and my
the road
This must be the road
This must be the road
That leads to America
In the dream-houses of mount despair
Cartoon bluebirds fill the air
Holograms
a roadie B.B. Class Road
I get them to the gig on time it's not so hard to do
They only way to break a crime speeding is the thing to do
Well I'm a roadie
It used to be the road to heaven
The road to your door
The road that I used to run down
I don't go there no more
It used to be the road to your
And I'm boutta touch down baby like comet
She ride like a
She ride like a bike fasho
And I just want be on the road, and I just want be on the road
Stop
Ay man
Ay turn me up some
Turn me up some foe
Alight bet
It's gonna be a long road
It's gonna be a long road
It's gonna be a long road
But you
father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain)
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I'll never be
Road
father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain)
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I'll never be
Road
father died in the cold cold rain (in the cold cold rain)
Road to Opelousas, road to Wounded Knee
Road to Ogallala home I'll never be
Road
Yeah this is war
This no game
We don't play
We want more
We want 4s
4 by 4 we want her to get down low
B road no go zone
We get bad to the bone
You
what you got and just own it
No, they can't tear you apart
If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle
Don't be afraid, take the road less
You
You and me
You and me, won't be unhappy
And if I only could
Make a deal with God
Get him to swap our places
Be running up that road
Be
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