[Chorus: Roads]
I'm feeling holed up
I'm going nuts
Already rolled up all of the buds
I just wanna feel some sunshine
Get back to good
Same as everybody in my neighborhood
Something tells me that it's over
No going back
Can't put the rabbit back in the hat
I'm just trying to stay sober
I wish I could
Same as everybody in my neighborhood
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
(Eyyyy)
Really I just want a little bit of sunshine
Enjoy a little bit of fun time, one time
I'm really sick of all the cloudy days
Feel like I'm drowning man
I'm sick of standing in the crumb line
I wanna be somebody different
Do something different
Use the gift God gave me
So I can get up out the neighborhood
Get myself together come back
Give back so they can all hate me, well
But is it really worth it though?
Sometimes I think to myself what am I working for?
Been on my dirty low now I'm trying to come up
Real life got me stressing
Roll another blunt up
The Hennessey and gin mixed in make it better
I thought this at first, but that make shit worse
I need a verse, my positive adversity
Feels like I'm cursed
After mud, to the dirt in my neighborhood
I'm feeling holed up
I'm going nuts
Already rolled up all of the buds
I just wanna feel some sunshine
Get back to good
Same as everybody in my neighborhood
Something tells me that it's over
No going back
Can't put the rabbit back in the hat
I'm just trying to stay sober
I wish I could
Same as everybody in my neighborhood
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
(Eyyyy)
Really I just want a little bit of sunshine
Enjoy a little bit of fun time, one time
I'm really sick of all the cloudy days
Feel like I'm drowning man
I'm sick of standing in the crumb line
I wanna be somebody different
Do something different
Use the gift God gave me
So I can get up out the neighborhood
Get myself together come back
Give back so they can all hate me, well
But is it really worth it though?
Sometimes I think to myself what am I working for?
Been on my dirty low now I'm trying to come up
Real life got me stressing
Roll another blunt up
The Hennessey and gin mixed in make it better
I thought this at first, but that make shit worse
I need a verse, my positive adversity
Feels like I'm cursed
After mud, to the dirt in my neighborhood
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