[ Featuring Rayne of Havik ]
Verse 1:
I've lived that life of a broken road. But I came up right in a broken home. And my Mama aint never done nothin wrong. And I learned from my Daddy what's right and wrong. But I chose my path full of broken bones. And I got my scars from the open road. And I came from the bottom of the totem pole. But I'm here now. You aint gotta cry no more. I've made my mark and I'm here to stay. I've came a long damn way from minimum wage. I'm in a new damn city like every day. They tell me that I won't ever escape. But I made it out that trailer house. And my suitcase out that pickup truck. I'm a gypsie on that interstate. I'm a free bird and and open bookk. You could tell me that I'm never gonna change the world. Like I never did write that follow hit. Like I never went gold or platinum. Like I came so close but I bottled it. Cuz I never would sign that record deal. I'm an outlaw, but I aint ever have to steal. I got more love for my dignity. All I ever wanted was to keep it real.
Chorus 1:
Every night I'm moving on the road.
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone.
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Soul.
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Verse 2:
I'm from a place where. You couldn't point on a map. Try to put me in a box. But I'm good where I'm at. When I'm sittin on the bus. And I'm tryna lay back. And I'm thinkin bout life and the time that we had. And I'm finally on the road. But I'm still f*cked up. From the call that I got, when I first woke up. So I stay on the grind so I'm not choked up. Gotta get it how I get it cuz I got tough luck. And I'm on now. Gotta go state to state. And I'm runnin out of sand no time to waste. I make three phone calls back home in a week. And that's a problem. But I really gotta get sleep. Man I travel all day just to make ends meet. Maybe shake your hand in a meet and greet. I'm a gypsy soul, hear the angels speak. To the man in the mirror. With the same blue jeans, that I'm on. Hand to the bible. Think about God when i think about survival. Brand new day with the same old title. I don't know where I'ma be tomorrow. Not at the bank where all our time gets spent. I can tell you right now boyt the vibe I'm in. I'm a rambler, tell me where my mind has ben. With the finest gin, and a violin.
Chorus 2:
Every night I'm moving on the road.
Seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone.
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Soul.
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Ima gypsy, yeah
Verse 3:
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
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Started when I was really young, son. Talkin bout I'm being 14 but on the run. Made a promise that I'd make a different type of music that gets you addicted and make it rush in your blood and I did that. I was moving too fast, at the time I didnt know what opportunities I did have. A record deal and its crashing down and I packed up sound and I thought, never look back. There ain't ever been another colder dark type of a low, when I'm stopping a flow. Now who's that? Somebody bout to rise up from the pain and I dont need a deal from you hoes. Why do I try to act like I'm impressing you? Tell me why. Dont ever wanna act like that, it's not what I do. Its not what I do. Ima shine on all this light in me. I am I'ma kill the hate inside me. A gypsy.
Chorus 3:
Every night I'm moving on the road, seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone.
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Every night I'm moving on the road, seeing how far I've come yet I'm so alone.
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
Ima gypsy
The story of a gypsy soul
