Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On This Way, artist - Joyner Lucas. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On This Way |
| And I think I been countin' my hardest days |
| Lord, won’t you save me? |
| Oh |
| You know what I’ve been prayin' for |
| And I never thought I’d see this day, yeah |
| I gotta make a change |
| And I think I been countin' my hardest days |
| Uh, writin' plans to make a new report (Yeah) |
| Grind hard and turn my basement to a jewelry store |
| If you don’t do it for your kids, then who you do it for? |
| I’m tryna read and learn some shit I never knew before |
| Focused on investments (Yeah) |
| Build me up some new resorts |
| We can manifest it (Word) |
| You’d rather hit the Louis store |
| Wastin' all your blessings |
| Care about the ones who doubt you |
| Just to impress some hoes who never gave a fuck about you |
| Just what I discovered |
| Never believed in family, that word is really a cover |
| Just a title that have the advantage to keep you under (Oh, yeah) |
| I got nigga I consider brothers more than my brothers |
| So watch it, you show your colors |
| We livin' in a world where prison walls is depravation (Yeah) |
| Livin' in a world where snitchin' calls for celebration (Yeah) |
| Livin' in a world where niggas crawl and segregation |
| Rainy nights and desperation |
| Pray we fight the legislation |
| Protest until we flatline, paralyzed (Uh) |
| They throwin' stones at my Black Lives Matter signs (Oh) |
| Made a change but we still not satisfied |
| I can’t smile half the time I’m still (I'm still) |
| I’m still waitin', sittin' plottin' on the couch (Word) |
| 'Cause I know that I ain’t safe when all these cops on the prowl (Yeah) |
| Tryna think of other ways, but we ain’t got no other route |
| I’m startin' to understand that shit that Pac was talkin' 'bout (Word) |
| And I think I been countin' my hardest days |
| Lord, won’t you save me? |
| Oh |
| You know what I’ve been prayin' for (Uh, uh, uh) |
| And I never thought I’d see this day (Uh, uh, uh), yeah |
| I gotta make a change |
| And I think I been countin' my hardest days |
| Lord, won’t you save me? |
| Oh |
| You know what I’ve been prayin' for |
| And I never thought I’d see this day, yeah |
| I gotta make a change |
| And I think I been countin' my- |
| Look, time is money and the clock tickin' |
| I teach my son love and respect, that’s a God given (Word) |
| My sperm donor never been shit, just a flop |
| Listen, if it wasn’t for my step-pops, I’d prolly turn out different (Facts) |
| Probably be in a cell doin' a life sentence (Facts) |
| Probably have twenty baby mamas and nine bitches (Facts) |
| Probably grow up misguided, twisted inside the system |
| Dropped out and failed 'cause nobody listen to my admission (Yeah) |
| Sick of gettin' in fights with niggas less educated |
| Sick of gettin' advice from niggas who never made it (Ooh) |
| Sick of bein' polite to people with lesser patience |
| Oftentimes, I wonder where I would be if I never made it |
| The hatin' always comes from niggas that wish they had all your blessings or |
| the clout (True) |
| And bad vibes forever, but I’m destined on this route (Yeah) |
| I’m startin' to understand that shit that X was talkin' 'bout (Word) |
| And I think I been countin' my- |
| Worst thing comes to worst, I’ll fuckin' die a tragic death or some shit |
| And I’m not able to see out my dreams |
| I at least wanna know that the kids perceive my message and were able to make |
| something of themselves |
| And able to take my message and use it and turn it into somethin' positive |
| And to, to at least have a good life |
| If it ain’t black on, I’m prolly gon' use it to chop crack on |
| Hard white for all them hard nights I had my back on |
| Roach-infested carpet, tip-toe in my mother’s room |
| See a dresser and felt no pressure when takin' a twenty off it |
| Compton like a closed coffin |
| We walkin' to school coughin' |
| Often high off the gun smoke |
| Boston had at the front door |
| Cookin' class, I’m J-Hov |
| Rock it up on they stove |
| Me and my teacher goin' back and forth |
| Like No Name and J. Cole |
| You said I would never be what? |
| I wouldn’t amount to what? |
| Now you in this Trader Joe’s same lines, sayin', «Wassup?"(Oh) |
| Talkin' 'bout like how you like my songs, not knowin' it was me |
| Security had me in a headlock and I told you I couldn’t breathe |
| Now it’s Black Lives Matter and white letters on your shirt |
| Now how many black lives did you help, or did you hurt? |
| Did you handicap, block, push to excel or did you hinder? |
| Since hindsight’s twenty/twenty, I guess you don’t remember |
| Now you with your mixed child, havin' all these mixed feelings |
| But do your black husband know you tried to burn down our village? |
| But never mind, from the line, that’s for y’all to figure out |
| Just know that boy who wasn’t shit bailed all his niggas out |
| And it’s my black queen, I kiss her on her black lips |
| And she rock Off-White 'cause she support black shit |
| And I’m blacker than the on a Spike Lee flick |
| Black like the pick stuck in the afro of Kaepernick |