Lyrics:
make me nervous, hold my head high with a purpose
You can't compare me, I'm way different
His bitch like me, say my wave's hittin
One road, no lane
high till I plummet straight into the fuckin rink
Ice cold flow on the low I reap what I sow
Lick the toad neurons come together its abbey road
It was hard to hit that road
When my mans died alone
And if you let me sleep up on yo couch
I owe you 'mo
I been up in my bag, seven days plus 24's
fucked up, took a toast by the night
And then I think I musta fucking drove home while I's high
So I'm hotboxing while driving but the smoke blinds my eyes
feel like Dray that mean I be with shooters call up Klay
Alright no unky tweak out when its beef he ain't gon' spray
Shoot the three send him to Jesus
of the road
[VERSE 3]
At the age I am now
If I can't teach
I shouldn't even open up my mouth begin to speak
I need some radio
To help me reach
But I heard they
of Nick's wit' my sack for the whole day
Drive-by's, that was road rage
Then we park and hop out
Learn levels to this whole thang
Old school, play
rays by living on the razor blade
Through spark and smoke and broken bones and living for the day
Cause through all of your safe decisions what you
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
boy can survive
And a country boy can survive
See I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey
Jog along Bess hop along May
Squeak along Blue it's a walk along day
It's a long road and weary are we
Bubble on kettle and make us all some tea
dishes
Side by side with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High
We just ride and get high, 'til the sun cracks the sky
Keep that heat by my side, that's how gangsters get by
Cause it's an eye for an eye, when I
about no other
And I’ve been told
To put my head up high
To put the trust in me until the day I die
And I’ve been told
To blow my horn hard and high
and aunts sitting around us
I customarily wear steel-toed boots, ankle high, but that day at Grandmother's I had
Some cushy old man sandals my aunt had given
I'm high off my a**
And I'm hitting the dash
Speed Racer, Zoom Zoom
B****, I'm gone in a Flash
I'm on your a**, b**** I'm dragging
Yeah, you lagging
be actin' so slow
Step on his neck, make his ass get below
I'm on the road, man's got me so sick
Standin' on Venice, I'll die by the shit
How the fuck
of a '74 Oldsmo,
There no mojo he need to get some mo do,
Cornerstore, Amaco, bought a crist to flat show,
Niggas want that wola shawty meet right by
I won't let it take me under
I'm gonna rise up and begin again
With every step I take, I'm getting stronger day by day
By his grace, I will prevail
gon' hold you down
When you down and not on ya luck
But ima be right by your side
Even when that road get rough
I keep it cool when the streetz iz hott
breath makes me feel so high
I kiss your cheek and you smile just for me
Oh, God - I love you so
Here´s three red roses just for you
They tell you that my
the most high
I just try to be the best I
Give a smile to them who cry cause I am
Traveling I’m traveling I’m traveling
Till I face the most high
Str.3
Step
And die by the sword
Oya use your upper
Nor go suffer
Get the money like
Mupha hushpup emoney
Jowi zaza give them
Nor dey hurry o
No hurry
One day e go
can take off the Disguise
Know we missing silky but we know he living high
Push me every day to keep me staying on my grind
Blue haze when I look up
.JPG/300px-Three_Days_Grace_Rock_am_Ring_2015_(18).JPG "Three Days Grace")
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