Gingi - On the Road

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
As soon as I spark this you getting lifted
Roll up another sitting on stars
Rolled another for my brother tryna hit this
Smoking good fuck a marijuana prescription
Keys in the ignition
I shouldn't be driving I'm nearly closing my eyelids
Hennessy vision while cruising over the skyway
Reaching for the top and Ima do it the right way
No other way to prove it so I'm doing it my way
You got something to say but never say it to my face
Toke another eighth you never been this high baby
So damn high man nothing been on my mind lately
Catching me sky gazing
Yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Yeah
Riding through my city damn I feel amazing
I'm keeping lit blazing
You see this paper chasing
Pull up to the crib to snatch the pack and back out
You couldn't understand what I be talking about
But that's aight continue making this cash
Skirt the whip as I dash
Calculator app is going lag from doing the math
I'll catch you later fucking haters gotta go get a bag
Hope you don't too mad
Hope you don't get offended
Spank the ass when I'm in it
I like illegally tented but then the fed get suspicious
But that won't stop from nothing
You try to rob me I'm busting
I get so tired of hustling but I be loving them hunnids
You steady talking that rubbish so that's the end of discussion
I'm fucking done with the loving don't think I'm ever recovering
Yeah
Love a blast from the past but it hurts when you crash
I've been getting more cash and it help me relax
Can't forget about the thrax I've been smoking on that
Yeah
Ay
I been smoking on that
Thrax
Yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Yeah
Yeah
Ay ay yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I been on the road I don't know if I'm ever coming home
Yeah
Baby playing she be reaching through my dungarees
Tryna find my fucking keys
Pockets full of cheddar cheese
And you know I'm finna get it if she on her knees
Girl you know I'm finna get it while I'm smoking trees
Man people jealous of this life I live
Well that's the price I guess
I guess they might expect
A lil handout
Yeah they be walking around
Talking shit out they mouth
Cause I'm the man now
Suckas wanna ask me how I'm making a bag
Or how my shit is so rad
Say It's easy boy I don't mean to brag
I try to live at the top sitting while spitting writtens
Say you living you not cause you ain't seen the vision
Hunnid missed calls on the xs max
Always doing the maximum
Loud pack taxing em
Andrew Jackson meet Benjamin Franklin
Backwood stanking got like three different strains in
I got what you craving

Written by:
John Ellsworth III

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