Roads
From this day forward we give our devotion to the weak and the obscene
To the sick and shiftless
To those storied martyrs of our expectations
Fall on your swords and shutter your lives
And kneel before they whom from the dark rise
Dim the lights, merge the dark, redemption dies to hit our mark!
Clean up you're contagious, baby
Now get in line
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
Mmm never wanted to hurt ya
I never told no lie
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
I done it all out of love
Drippin' down from above
Don't think I hate ya
I did create ya
And give you precious roads
Hey! Clean up you're contagious!
And get in line!
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
I done it all out of love
Drippin' down from above
Don't think I hate ya
I did create ya
And give you precious roads
And give you precious roads
To the sick and shiftless
To those storied martyrs of our expectations
Fall on your swords and shutter your lives
And kneel before they whom from the dark rise
Dim the lights, merge the dark, redemption dies to hit our mark!
Clean up you're contagious, baby
Now get in line
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
Mmm never wanted to hurt ya
I never told no lie
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
I done it all out of love
Drippin' down from above
Don't think I hate ya
I did create ya
And give you precious roads
Hey! Clean up you're contagious!
And get in line!
Gonna tear up the streets
Baby, turn up the heat
Grind all of the meat
Hide all the receipts
Cuz you're bought and sold
With white rum a la mode
And brand new roads
I done it all out of love
Drippin' down from above
Don't think I hate ya
I did create ya
And give you precious roads
And give you precious roads
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Writer(s): Stacey Blood
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