Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All the Way, artist - Oncue.
Date of issue: 17.10.2011
Song language: English
All the Way |
My feet are killing me the worlds at 'em |
Been dropping these gems, pearls at 'em |
I don’t blame you if you can’t see the pattern |
Small minds can’t understand what’s unimagined |
Never bow down rather see a casket |
But enough of that, we on the Eve of Adam |
I’m a little lost but aren’t we all |
Backwards ain’t an option when your back’s against the wall |
Haters if I get there I prolly won’t call |
I dont have your number you prolly piss me off |
Let’s numb the pain mix liquor or mix pills |
I can’t sit still knowing I ain’t shit still |
Things about to change, I don’t know if you heard |
Obsessed with the money we don’t have, it’s absurd |
Legend in the making know you concur |
Gotta write this down now what’s next is a blur |
If you don’t agree |
You don’t gotta read a new chapter in my life |
A dream is me at the scene |
A cheery gallery hard work equals a salary |
Girls calling us up for people we about to be |
Tell them that we out of reach sick of pretending |
Should be any second, wish I had directions |
Where the fuck am I? |
Now I’m second guessin' |
I swore I wouldn’t stress it |
There ain’t too many ways to go about it |
Walking down new year avenue the streets ain’t crowded, no |
The shoes on my feet are the only thing that I’m proud of |
Millions of miles |
That they got me out of |
And all this liquor barely takes the pain away |
Ain’t no use still waiting cause the train is late, no |
I’m walking all the way home |
Walking all the way home |
Walking all the way |
Used to steal my brothers cassettes |
Now we on set table way from jets |
Tell em that we next what did you expect |
For real this time their mothers is all vexed |
Recently everyone seem to want a piece of me |
I just want to make some shit that really speak to me |
My girl keep saying, «When you blow I know you leaving me» |
I just need her to see I dream about her frequently |
Keep telling my landlord I need a week |
City lights are feeling more like laser beams |
All my ex’s feel comfortable playing me |
Now woman backstage on every job a to z |
My girl calling my phone and she blaming me |
For shit I didn’t do |
Patrons is a ritual |
Calms my nerves give me that different view |
Look in the mirror but my eyes say, «Is it you?» |
Can’t see ahead keep the lights I know |
Can’t walk around these city streets with a blindfold |
Stuck in the rough mistaken for a rhinestone |
Should I be ashamed or proud of the way I grow? |
No gimmick can’t bullshit pain |
Ain’t no way I’m finished too much to gain |
'Bout to pull the trigger don’t know where to aim |
Did we reach the city limits? |
cause these streets look th-the same |
There ain’t too many ways to go about it |
Walking down New Year Avenue the streets ain’t crowded, no |
The shoes on my feet are the only thing that im proud of |
Millions of miles |
That they got me out of |
And all this liquor barely takes the pain away |
Ain’t no use still waiting cause the train is late, no |
I’m walking all the way home |
Walking all the way home |
Walking all the way |