Lyrics:
said run while you can
So at fifteen she took to the highway
Belongings and guitar in hand
And she buried herself in her music
The one thing she did
standing by me
Turn my city to a citadel, when the fuck can i be
Be home, be home, be
(Turn my city to a citadel, when the fuck can i be?)
Be home, be home
on the highway
Flaze get the work and I ain't never been a lightweight
Juggin' out a tight space
Jugged up out the right way
I don't care if you don't think it's
the studio
Seven nights of the week
And working hard to make two ends meet
So erase all the negative thoughts from your mind
Don't judge me by the past
of the week
And working hard to make two ends meet
So erase all the negative thoughts from your mind
Don't judge me by the past 'cause I am right this time
Hey hey barefoot girl
Don't you think that you could look my way
Hey hey barefoot girl
I've got your number and your name
Ain't no sense in traveling
I'm on my way home
cnd I'm kinda relaxed
It's like a turning point of my day and I ain't going back
My thoughts got so deep I was traveling off this
a traveling all on the highway
She met a coal owner and this she did say
Derry down, down, down derry down
Good morning Lord Firedamp, this woman she said
I'll
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
how the story ends
Down a lonesome Texas highway
Sits an old house by the road
An old woman rocking slowly
As a blue sky turns to gold
On the mantle
Traveling the highway I'm gone
It's been a while I've seen some things and learned to move on
Found a way to cope by putting shit in my song
Hoping that it
Falling in love
I don't know what's happening to me
I was born by the river
Raised by the river
Traveling alone
Seeing the road
I was a child
Born
or wrong to write a song
Easing the pain
Fighting long
That’s why I’m strong
Don’t need the fame
I just want to inspire home
Think it’s in vain
So be it
See
don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
tonight
I know I'll be home
The year was nineteen forty one
I was eight years old and
Far far too young
To know that the stories
Of battles
And we gon' get to where we gotta go, But just take it slow
And I've been traveling so long, I'm on a long road and I'm so far from home
I never
looking back
Let me rewind
This is our ride
Don't let me lose my faith
Let me rewind
Doing 70 on this highway
On the front of this bus, I'm busting my mind
And don't worry
Someday I'll be coming home
Yes and don't worry now
Someday Ill be coming home
I don't know where I want to go but there's
One thing I
What you know about 50 dollar suboxin strips
I know who got a script I'm tryna make a monster flip
And I don't got a problem traveling take lots of trips
arrow just don't fly the same
So Amarillo's not the place I need to be
New Mexico ain't that far away
I'll be traveling back down highway 20 east
highways in a while
I'm at the crossroads
One more mile
It's early in the morning and am I
Lying here sweating
Once again
Confused by the thoughts in mind
you're in the thick of it
Highway
Down on the farm
Where the air is sweet
Don't let the grass
Grow under your feet
Cos there's a highway
Home sweet home
Here's a traveling song sent to you from me
I wrote it on Kansas highway two eight three
Where a roadside dream
Had carried me away
Into
beat
Of the motor's repeat
With a sigh, baby
By and by
[Chorus]
I'll hold him close
That's the sweet song they sing me
Skyliner, bring me home
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