Testo Back on the Road - Cordae feat. Lil Wayne
Testo della canzone Back on the Road (Cordae feat. Lil Wayne), tratta dall'album The Crossroads
Thank you, Jesus
Listen, I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes
This world is a motherfucker filled with all type of bloodsuckers, put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worse feelin' when you tryna run up a million, but they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost? Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again, never let niggas up close
So fuck - and fuck his mama too, this dedication, boy, I want the drama too
And I ain't gangsta, dawg, but I'll grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be fuckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
Fuck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs, only with the highest view
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise (real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes (woo)
I already told y'all, then I showed y'all, blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me 'bout to doze off, I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off, if he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trespass, then I'ma cut his toes off, much faster than I cut my hos off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off, I'm Hugh Hefner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws, spittin' 24-karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blowtorch, spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge, been hot since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you, you think this a game and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda, I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a soldier, my nigga just had a daughter, I just went bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father, I just went brought him my shoulder
And I'm gettin' smarter and older, call Mr. Carter the Yoda, we do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami, fuck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama, ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover, I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' 'em Xans, this shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends, these niggas gon' wear a disguise (real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love, but this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream, dawg, you just gotta open your eyes (woo)
Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
I will praise You forever
Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Darian Garcia, Milos Angelov, Dunston Cordae
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