Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down A Road, artist - Hard Target. Album song Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BlackedOut
Song language: English
Down A Road |
another cigarette burning in my ashtray |
same bill collector still calling me from last week |
they riding on my back and now I’m feeling like a taxi |
feeling how I’m feeling if you feel like you gon' ask me |
preacher man on the t.v. |
trying to sell me some hope |
I need it I know, but in a healthier dose |
addicted to the spittin' and I should of left it alone |
sturggle to break the surface but these methods are old |
I tried everything, but that medicine was a must |
they had everything, but they never did what they love |
the evidence was enough, your second win was abrupt |
they thought they wanted it all, but it isn’t enough |
cause in the long run, |
your life only plays out until the song’s done |
my Daddy tell me «hold it down while I’m gone son» |
but what he gone done |
so many choices, it’s not my fault you pick the wrong ones |
I keep thinking it’s me, you keep thinking I’m right |
and he eventually sees he’s doing things out of spite, |
and none of this is worth it no more |
it was perfect before, but now you only hurting and sore |
the same tune in your head like you heard it before |
you know the song, featuring your turn at the door |
it’s like feeling you want gone but certainly won’t |
cause the same feelings is there when them curtains are close |
like here we go, down a road we aint been before |
the same shit, another bill knocking on my door |
Mr. Postman please don’t come no more |
you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more |
like here we go, down a road |
here we go, down a road |
like here we go, down a road |
here we go, down a road |
they say it’s all fun and games |
rapping for a living, am I living for the fame? |
running from reality, it’s numbing up the pain |
do another show, is there something that i gain? |
when I struggle for some change, am I humble am I vain |
«e me if I’m wrong, if they’re nothin in the same |
cover up the shame, cause you buckled under flames |
can’t stand the heat then get the fuck up out the game |
there’s enough of you today, to make me quit and walk away |
Grandpa, if you could see me now |
looking down with a smile, you would be so proud |
thinking wow, I made it, do I need know how |
living, without a limit, teaching me no bounds |
but I arose to the occasion, alone, and I made it |
took the cards I was delt, just rode, and I played it |
haters, they don’t want to see me make it, take it |
swallow your pride and just face it |
like here we go, down a road we aint been before |
the same shit, another bill knocking on my door |
Mr. Postman please don’t come no more |
you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more |
like here we go, down a road |
here we go, down a road |
like here we go, down a road |
here we go, down a road |
every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely, |
a little bit lonely, I know so do you. |
like, every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely, |
every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely, |
I know so do you |
every now-and-then I get a little bit lonely, |
every now-and-then I get a little bit gone, |
and lost, in you |
like, every now-and-then you get lonely, |
every now-and-then we get lonely, |
but every now-and-then I come back to you |
like here we go, down a road we aint been before |
the same shit, another bill knocking on my door |
Mr. Postman please don’t come no more |
you can’t get what I ain’t got, you can’t get no more |