Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Backroads Pt 2, artist - Specifics. Album song Lonely City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lp
Song language: English
Backroads Pt 2 |
| Shit there goes the last bus |
| Guess you stuck on this path |
| Scuffin ya kicks |
| Humming to yourself |
| And you strut |
| Run and persist |
| Everything is fucked up |
| Look at our clique |
| Some of us spilt |
| If the only time you dream is you drunk |
| And the only smile you bust when you lit |
| You ain’t even livin just stuck in the reminiscence |
| A vison of the kids at the cribs in the dusk |
| Trying to live it up to the limit |
| And we did it like the studs which is us |
| But which is us? |
| This is what becomes of the ambition |
| Had game plans that you let go |
| Instead of toasts with the king can |
| It’s a handshake |
| Hello, and its mad strange |
| Trying to act like nothing ain’t changed tho |
| Man Echo’s in a damn grave |
| And folks scrambling to make ends meet |
| Fate hates Gold |
| Out side the cove he can’t make friends |
| Jesus |
| Nobody does it like we did |
| And not as good not as dignified |
| Not as weeded |
| And thought until we died it would be all sweet shit |
| But if the dream is not alive then the streak’s finished |
| And you wanna cry |
| Every time walked the line |
| Caught between hot fire and the spotless sky |
| With a cross that you gotsta floss with |
| No help so its on yourself to get the hell home |
| What are you a sissy? |
| Just because your |
| Brothers from the Team got you pissy |
| Off the keef hits you wishing for a taxi |
| Ixnay |
| It Isn’t everyday you get to chat with me in |
| This way |
| Get a break when we make the crib, kay? |
| Actually wish you had a Quik shake, Cuz you |
| Know a athlete need to stay in shape at this |
| Age |
| Can you recall it seems way back, there used |
| To be a Mac’s here, and who remember the |
| Name jazz? |
| It’s like a curse, to forget those times Mi |
| Amigo, and the final of the high school heroes |
| Be dispersed |
| Ya heard a screech, turn to see a whip clip |
| A curb and speed away Blurred just |
| Teenagers Disturbing peace |
| And the birds search with you in the first light |
| And might as well try and pull a full cycle |
| Can’t imagine sleep now, Deep down it feel |
| Like ya been out since leaving town |
| Ya dreamt long four years, poor man, and |
| When you in your quarters can’t recognize |
| Floorplan |
| So you slam more beers with the fam |
| Sad like you had to force back tears |
| Cheers, so it comes to this last canto |
| Alone refection of your own past shadow |
| As you past slow say it last chance like: |
| Theres no place like home |
| Nowhere right |