"Far away from any road, Froze my heart in solitude, Where your passerby can see, Our life's highway guard within, Knowing when our last does fail, Our
all And though I came far, know I got a way to go Waiting for Pitchfork to say "Wale on this, so way to go" Text message from Elliot saying "tape was
rifles with straps on the lenses [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from
girl who comes their way, way I've been down that road and, now I'm back Sittin on square one, one Tryin to pick myself up Where I started from [Obie
just drive you crazy At any time I could explode I need some piece of mind, its got me tired Don't wanna lose it, but I'm turning down that road I need
A stone rolled of my heart When I laid my eyes on that Near of me boy with that far away look And right from the start I saw a new horizon And a road
river, they never gave us a bridge They gave us a bridge card, nigga Ridin' low, puffin on lye I came way too far to fuck it up now Text from my mom
only passing through [Chorus] I've been walking forty miles of bad road If the bible is right, the world will explode I've been trying to get as far away from
, come read it, come see what it say Thunder on the mountain, rollin' like a drum Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from I don't need any
only passing through (chorus) I've been walking forty miles of bad road If the bible is right, the world will explode I've been trying to get as far away from
their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not
walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from
any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road
who that was?) (- No.) (- The guy from De La Soul. Pos. Posdnuos.) (- Who?) (- You heard of De La Soul, right?) (- Right.) (- Well he was the one from
over again Never any end What will the neighbors say? They're talking talk, its small town news Facing fifty years old Making up a happy home And this far down the road