Lyrics On the Road - Protoje

On the Road

I say the movement moving
That’s why I’m moving moving through
Like I do
Why you crying girl, I not lying girl
I said I’m on the road making dough
When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do
What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you
But you know I love to hear my baby go
When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi
know)
I’m trying to make my money baby
So I can have my baby money so baby momma don’t blame me
And since I been my mummy’s baby
I been writing knowing that one day this thing go pay me
So in class I was lazy, always a wish fi get so busy
Pon the rhymes said it was crazy
Initially then I just wanted to know this lady
'Til I grow to love her and she grow to hate me
I say the marriage ship sank
Fi me walk the aisle come in like pirate a walk plank
I couldn’t jump in the deep end even though these feelings did deepen
I couldn’t cease with the…
Why you crying girl, I not lying girl
I said I’m on the road making dough
When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do
What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you
But you know I love to hear my baby go
When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi
know)
Never know she coulda meet up with a another brother
That she woulda rather kick it all night with
Have a feeling she understand the reasoning say the music a me healing
And she alright with it
Spend her time, tell her thoughts pon my mind, my concerns of this kind
She responds like this
Preliminary she a tell me say she very contrary to the one dem wah
She see me yesterday with
And I find it hard to find a broad abroad like wah me find a Yard
Body deh foreign, the mind deh yah
Money short and dem time deh hard so lyrics tight every time record
Why you crying girl, I not lying girl
I said I’m on the road making dough
When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do
What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you
But you know I love to hear my baby go
When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi
know)
I’m trying to make my money baby
So I can have my baby money so baby momma don’t blame me
And since I been my mummy’s baby
I been writing knowing that one day this thing go pay me
So in class I was lazy, always a wish fi get so busy
Pon the rhymes said it was crazy
Initially then I just wanted to know this lady
'Til I grow to love her and she grow to hate me