On that road (on that road)
Know we stay on that road
Everything I do, I show up then I show out
I had big dreams of sellin' me a show out
Twenty-eight to three at halftime, a blowout
And for the dead homies, crack a bottle, pour out
They say when shit get rough, you better strap in
I was raised to be so tough, I say, "Aight, then"
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta)
They say this is a big rich town (rich town)
But I ain't never ever seen that side
They wanna see me down, down, down (down, down)
But ain't no damn way, shawty, that's a big lie
Boy, you wylin' if you thinkin' you gon' stop this
I'm here to save the game, 'cause lately, it's some hot piss
I'm on the interstate, got the Chevy wide open
Neph' just blazed up, damn, he smokin' on that potent
They was sleepin' but I'm hopin' that I got 'em woken
Chuck E. Cheese-ass niggas, scrapin' for them tokens
You got the power in your hand, you need to take advantage
Life is short, tomorrow you could wake up, then you vanish
If you put God first, you livin' life without no panic
I'm tryna break the curse, they dozin' like they takin' Xanax
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
My pops rode off in a hearse, I hope he get to heaven
I see them J's in front the store, sippin' 211
I do everything within my power try to help 'em
We could all be gone tomorrow, if you love 'em, tell 'em
Gimme my flowers while I'm livin' on this wicked planet
We all on borrowed time, it ain't no way that we can plan it
I'm just tryna get it in, them haters, they can't stand it
I got a gift and it damn sure didn't come from Santa
On the road again from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Alabama Nick - Birmingham to Atlanta Lyrics
Alabama Nick - Birmingham to Atlanta Lyrics
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On that road (on that road)
Know we stay on that road
Everything I do, I show up then I show out
I had big dreams of sellin' me a show out
Twenty-eight to three at halftime, a blowout
And for the dead homies, crack a bottle, pour out
They say when shit get rough, you better strap in
I was raised to be so tough, I say, "Aight, then"
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta)
They say this is a big rich town (rich town)
But I ain't never ever seen that side
They wanna see me down, down, down (down, down)
But ain't no damn way, shawty, that's a big lie
Boy, you wylin' if you thinkin' you gon' stop this
I'm here to save the game, 'cause lately, it's some hot piss
I'm on the interstate, got the Chevy wide open
Neph' just blazed up, damn, he smokin' on that potent
They was sleepin' but I'm hopin' that I got 'em woken
Chuck E. Cheese-ass niggas, scrapin' for them tokens
You got the power in your hand, you need to take advantage
Life is short, tomorrow you could wake up, then you vanish
If you put God first, you livin' life without no panic
I'm tryna break the curse, they dozin' like they takin' Xanax
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
My pops rode off in a hearse, I hope he get to heaven
I see them J's in front the store, sippin' 211
I do everything within my power try to help 'em
We could all be gone tomorrow, if you love 'em, tell 'em
Gimme my flowers while I'm livin' on this wicked planet
We all on borrowed time, it ain't no way that we can plan it
I'm just tryna get it in, them haters, they can't stand it
I got a gift and it damn sure didn't come from Santa
On the road again from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Know we stay on that road
Everything I do, I show up then I show out
I had big dreams of sellin' me a show out
Twenty-eight to three at halftime, a blowout
And for the dead homies, crack a bottle, pour out
They say when shit get rough, you better strap in
I was raised to be so tough, I say, "Aight, then"
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta)
They say this is a big rich town (rich town)
But I ain't never ever seen that side
They wanna see me down, down, down (down, down)
But ain't no damn way, shawty, that's a big lie
Boy, you wylin' if you thinkin' you gon' stop this
I'm here to save the game, 'cause lately, it's some hot piss
I'm on the interstate, got the Chevy wide open
Neph' just blazed up, damn, he smokin' on that potent
They was sleepin' but I'm hopin' that I got 'em woken
Chuck E. Cheese-ass niggas, scrapin' for them tokens
You got the power in your hand, you need to take advantage
Life is short, tomorrow you could wake up, then you vanish
If you put God first, you livin' life without no panic
I'm tryna break the curse, they dozin' like they takin' Xanax
If you don't like what you seein', you should change the channel
Game wasn't ready, gave 'em everything that they could handle
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Just a quick trip from Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (to Atlanta, to Atlanta)
My pops rode off in a hearse, I hope he get to heaven
I see them J's in front the store, sippin' 211
I do everything within my power try to help 'em
We could all be gone tomorrow, if you love 'em, tell 'em
Gimme my flowers while I'm livin' on this wicked planet
We all on borrowed time, it ain't no way that we can plan it
I'm just tryna get it in, them haters, they can't stand it
I got a gift and it damn sure didn't come from Santa
On the road again from Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Birmingham to Atlanta (Atlanta, Atlanta)
Writer: Nicholus Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Thug Soul Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC