Letras
Sometimes it's just about the road
For real
Ain't even about the destination
We gon' ride out
We gon' cut the lights off for this one
New Mood
This one's for the road
Not the bitches, not the drama
Not my TEC or the chopper
Not my daughter, not her mama
Not my enemies or friends
Not a loss or a win
Or the hood even though it's 6 x 10
Not the pills even though they make me feel like
Everything worth it and we still pushing up the hill
Not the buzz or the shine, can't hold it so fuck the time
Shit be flying, you be living before you know it you dying
This just for the road
Everything seem to happen so fast we drive slow
Heard you appreciate the trip more than the destination
That's why we in the car celebrating
Some niggas talk to you 'cause they hate
Some niggas straight out of fear
But keep your eyes out your rearview
These objects be closer than they appear
He actually learned more from his father at a distance
Then he would've ever learned seeing him every morning in that kitchen
Or backyard baseball pitching
Shit, how ironic
I know that's 'bout a hundred miles back
But it's still the same track, we just on a different lap
I relapse
Still remember coming home from school
Wasn't bangin', wasn't strapped
Man, they told me Grandma died, I collapsed
Heart got cold, world got black
The set got a new homie, I think I gotta mack
Definitely wasn't all 'cause of that
But I gotta say it's small 'cause of that
Shit, whatever though
Funny how the season change, oregano
My heart ain't never heal, I swear I'm feeling better though
They only see my tats and the scars, what I bang
They ain't never hang where I hang
From the number blocks over to North Norf
All through the South Ward, shit just so North
Down the Net, still catchin' rec
Booker trial bookers, Vailsburg ain't got better yet
Stop and think like, "Why would that man not need his gun?"
Or don't think it be the last time that man see his son
Would thoughts like these send me to Hell?
Sunday morning is the first, Mama got me at church
I'm missing cells
I'm missing cells and shit
That was like the last few thousand miles
I could paint a whole mural, y'all crowd around
I said that was like the last few thousand miles
I could paint a whole mural, y'all crowd around
This one's for the road
Not the bitches, not the drama
Not my TEC or the chopper
Not my daughter, not her mama
Not my enemies or friends
Not a loss or a win
Even though it's still 6 x 10
Not the pills even though they make me feel like
Everything worth it and we still pushing up the hill
Still pushing up the hill