Labellevie - On The Road

When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
Might thumb through a roll
Huh yea
Tell that bitch, tell that bitch, it'll be minute
Yea
Cause I'm on the road
Imagine AC don't work
Now ya thumb in a hurts
I swear, I'm so hot it get cold
Cold night shivers, the way that it blows
Sippin on Yum yea, rocking them Yum's yea
Really came from nothing to something
I swear that my sis is a bucket
Walk in that bitch, and I'm him
Don't give a fuck, get right in my trunks yea
Always her, never not her
Hollywood Hills, in the deep end
When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
Might thumb through a roll
Huh yea
Tell that bitch, tell that bitch, it'll be minute
Yea
Cause I'm on the road
Jeans and a body
For every occasion
I can't be patient
Yea, I can't be patient
I need you to come, and feed me grapes
I don't care about none your ex's
None was fly to me
I don't know something
About spending money
It feels good to me
Get in loser
You know you coming home with me
1942, Might send a text I don't mean
I told him, stay away
And, unlace these Alexander off me
When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
When I'm on the road
Huh yea
When I'm on the road
Might thumb through a roll
Huh yea
Tell that bitch, tell that bitch, it'll be minute
Yea
Cause I'm on the road

Written by:
Desaraye Blalock, Joshua Tchengang

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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