Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Journey , by - A-Wax. Release date: 07.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Journey |
| Yo feel my flury |
| Feel my fury |
| Middle finger to the world |
| Till I’m burried |
| Heaven or hell |
| Choose one or be a treat |
| By seven I’m in a spell, bumpin' a beat |
| Somethin' comes from deep within me |
| Talkin' sickly, stictly, talkin' to me |
| So possibly I could be goin' insane |
| Snortin' this cane |
| Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain |
| Misunderstood by most |
| Few people considered close |
| It’s a very thin line between foes and folks |
| Slide up fo’s and spokes, bangin' the curb |
| Stumblin' out the driver side tamin' the Burg |
| Mumblin' words, ready to reach |
| Dawg I’m deadly wit heat |
| Hold it steady I’ll be |
| A fuckin' nut, patna what |
| Run up and get touched |
| Sent him on a journey stretched out on a gurney |
| I’m turnin' more savage as the days go by |
| Think I’m headed for the flames |
| Dawg, I ain’t gon' lie |
| It’s a cold world full a sin |
| What the fuck, what the fuck |
| What the fuck are you supposed to do |
| They after you and they want yo soul |
| But it ain’t nothin' you can do |
| Wit that chrome 44 |
| All the love in the world couldn’t kill this rage |
| And I simply love nothin' but this kill I blaze |
| Let me take you on a journey (journey) |
| Heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) |
| Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) |
| America, we ain’t scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (darin' ya) |
| Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) |
| Journey, heaven to the depths of hell burning (heaven to the depths of hell) |
| Westcoast to eastcoast where we makin' earnings (westcoast, eastcoast) |
| America, we ain’t scared of ya we darin' ya (America) (we darin' ya) |
| Better be prepared when you hit the Bay Area (better be prepared) (Bay Area) |
| That’s the point ya existance |
| I could feel these haters in a distance |
| Plottin', schemin', dreamin' that they can get wit this |
| Witness through the eyes of a survivor |
| From these battlefields in the streets |
| I was born a fighter |
| And unlike many others |
| I’ve been through this shit |
| I’ve held a homie’s hand |
| Till he died and lost grip |
| Homie rip, rest in peace |
| Things we used to say but fuck that! |
| That ain’t enough I’m gonna ride to my grave |
| Think I’m gonna pay for the actions that you make |
| I’m way beyond the point of wonder why I’ve been betrayed |
| This goes to all my enemies |
| Big or small, your up in the fault |
| I got nothin' to loose |
| I die or win it all |
| Look my mind is like a brick wall |
| Hard to penetrate |
| This stuborn muthafucka that I am is ready to demonstrate |
| You tend to fake |
| Sucka you’ll be the first to go |
| Cuz I’m a lay it down, right now |
| Woodie let ya know |
| (pause between each chorus) |