I'm on the road to the riches.
I can teach you all the sounds of love
And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat
I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road
Who life was for music and the road
This be the realest shit i ever wrote
I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!
Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed
Leave in the am, on the road again
Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
Make you hit the road for so long,
Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone
On the road less taken
In the morning make me bacon
Our goals unfold with no torch to see the open road
Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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