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BlacFuego
I been on the road
But I don't know where to go
But I cannot stay at home
Cos the neighbors want me gone
I been on the road ( I been on the road)
But I don't know where to go (but I don't know where to go)
But I cannot stay at home (cannot stay at home) (uh-yeah)
Cos the neighbors want my soul cold
Ayy ayy ayy
I was locked up in the celly (yeah)
Nobody came out for me
Only my sis came with money
She came to bail me (uh)
I was locked up with the brodies
I was wearing my Amiri
And my hoodie
Swear that moment gave me paranoia
Time was going we were calling
All these niggas faking busy
Should've known niggas were phony
They were never real (uh)
They just switch up on a Brodie
I can swear that it was coming
Could've tell niggas were scheming
They were envying (uh)
Can't fold
Swear I can't fold naah (swear I can't fold)
I can't fold
Man I stand on ten toes
I made you sit at my table
I gave you food at my table
You bit the fingers that fed you
But on my mom I don't blame you
Fake hoes fake bros
Them ah wolf in sheep clothes
Fake niggas and a bunch of fake hoes
Them ah pussios, spurious, leeches, idiots, nefarious, specious, phonys
I been on the road ( I been on the road)
But I don't know where to go ( but I don't know where to go)
But I cannot stay at home (cannot stay at home)
Cos the neighbors want me gone (neighbors want me gone)
I been on the road (I been on the ro-o-oad)
But I don't know where to go (but I don't know where to go-o-o)
But I cannot stay at home (cannot stay at ho-o-ome)
Cos the neighbors want my soul cold
You don't know about my woes
All of my struggles you don't know
I keep it closed
My skin dey glow but you don't know
About the roads
of all the places I don go to get this dough
I dey tell you guy
You don't know about my woes
When I was locked I only hoped
To see the sun, to see the rivers and the trees
And the birds of the sky
Every other single thing didn't matter in my mind
Made me appreciate life
The simple things of life
Like breathing and existing
Walking freely, laying down, standing and sitting
Like Jacob Zuma
I dey tell you in the beningin(beginning)
God created me and he anoint me
And he chose me and prepared me
For a time like this
Where neighbors go hate me
So them go report me
And try crucify me like Christ.
I been on the road ( I been on the road)
But I don't know where to go ( but I don't know where to go)
But I cannot stay at home (cannot stay at home)
Cos the neighbors want me gone (neighbors want me gone)
I been on the road (I been on the ro-o-oad)
But I don't know where to go (but I don't know where to go-o-o)
But I cannot stay at home (cannot stay at ho-o-ome)
Cos the neighbors want my soul cold