Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Road Is My Religion, artist - Murs. Album song Murs For President, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.09.2008
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Road Is My Religion |
| Intro: |
| Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors. |
| To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money, |
| the spring and the fall. |
| The 45 city tours. |
| We in Idaho one night and Portland, |
| Oregon the next day. |
| Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks. |
| It’s like this… |
| Verse One: |
| I got my bags packed |
| Backpack sittin' by the front door |
| Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers |
| The stuff that you need when you’re out on tour |
| Home for one month then gone for two more |
| I’m a rolling stone that’s gathering green |
| Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens |
| And from |
| Show to show I’m glad to be seen |
| But my home is home I’ll lackin' that steam |
| But on the real |
| I got some bills to pay |
| My cable just got shut off the other day |
| Voicemail, got a million messages to play |
| Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say |
| And oh, I just love it because my life’s so public |
| My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it And no I’m not complainin' |
| I’m a keep campaignin' |
| Till I reach my goal or I go insane |
| Chorus: |
| The road is my religion |
| I’ma keep on sinnin' |
| Hope to God I’m forgiven for the way that I’m livin' |
| The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin' |
| Still I won’t be forgiven for the way that I’m livin' |
| Verse Two: |
| I’m on a Delta Continental American flight |
| And I won’t be long so you know I pack light |
| But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you |
| Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you |
| The night before I leave for a couple of weeks |
| Hear you cryin' in your sleep |
| Taste the tears on your cheek |
| It’s sweet but it’s bitter |
| The emotion that it triggers |
| Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner |
| I wish I never had to leave |
| Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve |
| But you still believe |
| And they say you naive |
| So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe |
| It needs to be said that it’s just not easy |
| Every night different city, different women want to please me I keep it true and I walk on through |
| Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you |
| Chorus |
| Verse Three: |
| Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this |
| Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit |
| I’m like |
| This is it? |
| This is the life that I chose? |
| A hundred days at home |
| Two hundred days on the road |
| But I guess I’m addicted |
| Because I really start to miss it Don’t know what I’m chasin' but I know I gotta get it It ain’t about fame or a couple of dames |
| Or a million different faces with a thousand different names |
| It ain’t about praise or the hands being raised |
| To me it just a job and I’m glad that it pays |
| And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall |
| If I don’t holla back then my skin starts to crawl |
| And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags |
| Dress up or go home |
| Hotels and jet lag |
| Can’t lose my religion cause it’s all that I have |
| I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas |
| Chorus |
| Outro: |
| I’m so so sorry. |
| To each and every girl I didn’t call back, after we spent the |
| night together. |
| But you’re beautiful, I love you. |
| Man, you don’t know about me. |
| Mr. Dibbs! |