Justin Engel & Uno Presents - Duffel Bag (feat. Justin Engel & JB)

Love and happiness
I don't know the difference
What is the difference
You tell me
Something that can make you do wrong
Make you do right
Cold game
I just been living out a duffel bag
What the fuck do I know
That's real life
Gotta do what you gotta do

I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
Last man standing
Competition had enough of that
Please don't get it twisted
All my shit got leather and wood
Even in a quarantine
Ya boy eating good
Out this duffel bag

When I'm done there ain't gon be no sequel
There will be no equal
So I'm out here gotta hustle hard
I do it for my people
Say you're born alone
You die alone
My closest friend's my microphone
Feeling like it's attack of the clones
But that's the shit that y'all be on
I don't know what y'all be on but I been on my own shit
I been out here on the road
I been on some grown shit
From city to city
To state to state
Gotta hustle enough
To fill my plate
If that ain't enough
I wait in the cut
Cause you can get touched
But I'm gon be straight

I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
Last man standing
Competition had enough of that
Please don't get it twisted
All my shit got leather and wood
Even in a quarantine
Ya boy eating good
Out this duffel bag

I been on the road
Same story differently told
Same clothes but different shows
Same bro's but different hoes
Cause hoes get put on hold
When I'm going for the gold
The hustle never gets old
We just out here reaching goals
The future we trying to mold
So I play my hand can't fold
When will I be back home
Shit I will never know
I'm gon make it
Face it
That's all eyes nose
Even in the quarantine
I just grab my bag and go
Let's hit the road

I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
Last man standing
Competition had enough of that
Please don't get it twisted
All my shit got leather and wood
Even in a quarantine
Ya boy eating good
Out this duffel bag

I gotta keep it moving
Gotta ride
But only if we riding woodgrain and rawhide
Blowing big smoke
Rolling down i5
Window cracked
Seat back
Whip on autopilot
Yeah I'm a long way from home
Can't reach me on the phone
Yeah I'm a Rolling Stone
Where I hustle is my home
Gon and throw ya dog a bone
Yeah I been in my zone
When all is said and done
I'm coming home to the throne

I been on the road for weeks just living out a duffel bag
Last man standing
Competition had enough of that
Please don't get it twisted
All my shit got leather and wood
Even in a quarantine
Ya boy eating good
Out this duffel bag

Written by:
John Breaux, Justin Engelhaupt

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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