A Long Way
Came a long way from red hard drive that I gave to my bro
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
Can't cross
Things don't look good for my side
Cupid mad cause I lost out
Had arrows shot at me both times
Eating classy with bow ties
Alfredo with thick thighs
That open up like greys skies
Where doves cry to bring it home
February's the coldest
Toilet papers the first to go
Apocalyptic currency
That or you can use a green thumb
Adapting to it from the southside
With pork rinds at Nanny house
Sliding through it from the southside of that Sloan gate
Where the bars are gone
Disappeared for a year and started asking me if I was making music still
Hardest part for me to hear
Even though I was, wasn't going public with it
Took the time to rebuild
Listen up and follow through with what God was saying
Everybody so opinionated
Everybody so opinionated
So, I took it all upon myself to dip off
Surviving the emotional pitfall
Sleeping at Lawrences house
Where my baby cousin accommodate the family drawings
Yeah, Yeah, and I know this shit my calling
Yeah, Yeah, and I know this shit my calling
So, if I stop
Everybody else with a dream, might be out to follow me so I'm
Making moves my mother fear
All part of getting to the top
And ain't been a bitch
But I'm scared enough
These butterflies tying knots
And ain't burning bridges
Kissing foreheads
Love ones all I got
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Making moves my mother fear
All part of getting to the top
And ain't been a bitch
But I'm scared enough
These butterflies tying knots
And ain't burning bridges
Kissing foreheads
Love ones all I got
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Came a long way from red hard drive that I gave to my bro
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
Came a long way from red hard drive that I gave to my bro
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
And I can't stop all this bleeding, blooming blue bonnets up north
Hell yeah
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
Can't cross
Things don't look good for my side
Cupid mad cause I lost out
Had arrows shot at me both times
Eating classy with bow ties
Alfredo with thick thighs
That open up like greys skies
Where doves cry to bring it home
February's the coldest
Toilet papers the first to go
Apocalyptic currency
That or you can use a green thumb
Adapting to it from the southside
With pork rinds at Nanny house
Sliding through it from the southside of that Sloan gate
Where the bars are gone
Disappeared for a year and started asking me if I was making music still
Hardest part for me to hear
Even though I was, wasn't going public with it
Took the time to rebuild
Listen up and follow through with what God was saying
Everybody so opinionated
Everybody so opinionated
So, I took it all upon myself to dip off
Surviving the emotional pitfall
Sleeping at Lawrences house
Where my baby cousin accommodate the family drawings
Yeah, Yeah, and I know this shit my calling
Yeah, Yeah, and I know this shit my calling
So, if I stop
Everybody else with a dream, might be out to follow me so I'm
Making moves my mother fear
All part of getting to the top
And ain't been a bitch
But I'm scared enough
These butterflies tying knots
And ain't burning bridges
Kissing foreheads
Love ones all I got
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Making moves my mother fear
All part of getting to the top
And ain't been a bitch
But I'm scared enough
These butterflies tying knots
And ain't burning bridges
Kissing foreheads
Love ones all I got
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Yeah, I'm bout to go through a lot
Came a long way from red hard drive that I gave to my bro
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
Came a long way from red hard drive that I gave to my bro
Back home, can't return
Bigger things, down this road
Amen, vivid dreams
Holding pieces that I broke
And I can't stop all this bleeding, blooming blue bonnets up north
Hell yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Pittman
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