Journeys

I gotta get on that road, but I'll be back
I see that fear in your face, but don't be sad
This for all those times they ain't call me back
I'm in the lane can't swerve I reek of pack

Six hours to the stage
Call a nigga when you outside
7-0 from the 2-5, last day so I'm too live
5-4 1-2-5, get the lady what she want, I
Get the package went I want now
Make up bars till I broke out
Roll up loud n she choke out

The journey is my destination
I want a flat in Jamaica, let down her hair she an angel
Workin at five in the morning, stackin up dead white faces
Wake up n I'll be gone, off of the map till I'm on it

I gotta get on that road, but I'll be back
I see that fear in your face, but don't be sad
This for all those times they ain't call me back
I'm in the lane can't swerve I reek of pack



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Williams
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