Gypsy (feat. Rayne of Havik)
I've lived that life of a broken road
But I came up right in a broken home
And my Mama aint never done nothin wrong
And I learned from my Daddy what's right and wrong
But I chose my path full of broken bones
And I got my scars from the open road
And I came from the bottom of the totem pole
But I'm here now. You aint gotta cry no more
I've made my mark and I'm here to stay
I've came a long damn way from minimum wage
I'm in a new damn city like every day
They tell me that I won't ever escape
But I made it out that trailer house
And my suitcase out that pickup truck
I'm a gypsie on that interstate
I'm a free bird and and open book
You could tell me that I'm never gonna change the world
Like I never did write that follow hit
Like I never went gold or platinum
Like I came so close but I bottled it
Cuz I never would sign that record deal
I'm an outlaw, but I aint ever have to steal
I got more love for my dignity
All I ever wanted was to keep it real
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Soul
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
I'm from a place where
You couldn't point on a map
Try to put me in a box
But I'm good where I'm at
When I'm sittin on the bus
And I'm tryna lay back
And I'm thinkin bout life and the time that we had
And I'm finally on the road. But I'm still fucked up
From the call that I got, when I first woke up
So I stay on the grind so I'm not choked up
Gotta get it how I get it cuz I got tough luck
And I'm on now. Gotta go state to state
And I'm runnin out of sand no time to waste
I make three phone calls back home in a week
And that's a problem. But I really gotta get sleep
Man I travel all day just to make ends meet
Maybe shake your hand in a meet and greet
I'm a gypsy soul, hear the angels speak
To the man in the mirror
With the same blue jeans, that I'm on
Hand to the bible
Think about God when i think about survival
Brand new day with the same old title
I don't know where I'ma be tomorrow
Not at the bank where all our time gets spent
I can tell you right now boyt the vibe I'm in
I'm a rambler, tell me where my mind has been
With the finest gin, and a violin
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Soul
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Started when I was really young, son
Talkin bout I'm being 14 but on the run
Made a promise that I'd make a different type of music
That gets you addicted and make it rush in your blood and I did that
I was moving too fast
At the time I didnt know what opportunities I did have
A record deal and its crashing down
And I packed up sound and I thought, never look back
There ain't ever been another colder dark type of a low
When I'm stopping a flow
Now who's that? Somebody bout to rise up from the pain
And I dont need a deal from you hoes
Why do I try to act like I'm impressing you?
Tell me why
Dont ever wanna act like that, it's not what I do
Its not what I do. Ima shine on all this light in me
I am I'ma kill the hate inside me
A gypsy
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
The story of a gypsy soul
But I came up right in a broken home
And my Mama aint never done nothin wrong
And I learned from my Daddy what's right and wrong
But I chose my path full of broken bones
And I got my scars from the open road
And I came from the bottom of the totem pole
But I'm here now. You aint gotta cry no more
I've made my mark and I'm here to stay
I've came a long damn way from minimum wage
I'm in a new damn city like every day
They tell me that I won't ever escape
But I made it out that trailer house
And my suitcase out that pickup truck
I'm a gypsie on that interstate
I'm a free bird and and open book
You could tell me that I'm never gonna change the world
Like I never did write that follow hit
Like I never went gold or platinum
Like I came so close but I bottled it
Cuz I never would sign that record deal
I'm an outlaw, but I aint ever have to steal
I got more love for my dignity
All I ever wanted was to keep it real
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Soul
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
I'm from a place where
You couldn't point on a map
Try to put me in a box
But I'm good where I'm at
When I'm sittin on the bus
And I'm tryna lay back
And I'm thinkin bout life and the time that we had
And I'm finally on the road. But I'm still fucked up
From the call that I got, when I first woke up
So I stay on the grind so I'm not choked up
Gotta get it how I get it cuz I got tough luck
And I'm on now. Gotta go state to state
And I'm runnin out of sand no time to waste
I make three phone calls back home in a week
And that's a problem. But I really gotta get sleep
Man I travel all day just to make ends meet
Maybe shake your hand in a meet and greet
I'm a gypsy soul, hear the angels speak
To the man in the mirror
With the same blue jeans, that I'm on
Hand to the bible
Think about God when i think about survival
Brand new day with the same old title
I don't know where I'ma be tomorrow
Not at the bank where all our time gets spent
I can tell you right now boyt the vibe I'm in
I'm a rambler, tell me where my mind has been
With the finest gin, and a violin
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Soul
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Ya, I'm a gypsy
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Started when I was really young, son
Talkin bout I'm being 14 but on the run
Made a promise that I'd make a different type of music
That gets you addicted and make it rush in your blood and I did that
I was moving too fast
At the time I didnt know what opportunities I did have
A record deal and its crashing down
And I packed up sound and I thought, never look back
There ain't ever been another colder dark type of a low
When I'm stopping a flow
Now who's that? Somebody bout to rise up from the pain
And I dont need a deal from you hoes
Why do I try to act like I'm impressing you?
Tell me why
Dont ever wanna act like that, it's not what I do
Its not what I do. Ima shine on all this light in me
I am I'ma kill the hate inside me
A gypsy
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Every night I'm moving on the road
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
The story of a gypsy soul
Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Sant
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