Pray my pockets never light
Pray my cellies never fight, when it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray this sickness that they saw is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith I know she can never dream
That her son would be a star
On the road without a guide, tell her strapping for the ride
Far away from
I'm locked in, getting deeper
With too much hustle for a sleeper
I used to say I wanna be a star
When I met the stars I told them keep it
They told me never meet your idols
Cause nobody is ever that perfect
So I'm hoping I never meet Cole
The road is making my journey be worth it
I was 16 making raps
Told them one day I'ma make it so they sign me
Hard headed youth coming from the sticks
I was chasing money for my primary
They don't get it's just for how they see me
Miss the lessons when you skip the chapters
Said I wanna be a star when my dreams put me in the lights
I was Stevie
Double down how we gonna cope
Killy see me I've been doing dope
Money comes, everybody fake
I don't want her, bitten out the cake
Signed a the deal way before the sense
I was good with pennies on the pound
I was blinded thinking they would teach me
Are they supposed to help you find a sound?
Parents thinking I've been doing good when
I'm in the dirt that's the time I don't say
I've been spending hours getting faded
Writing lyrics, drinking early on a Thursday
Now you got the money, they just wanna mold
Making hits, make it hard to fail
Got the people on the gram
Take a look and saying damn this guy is doing well
Someone light my way
Light my way
I'ma fly away
Fly away, far away from
Now I know I'm nothing like them
I never was and never will be
I see them faking for the flash
Demons and my spots
Calm with how they built me
If they don't like it I say peace
Lock them out and throw away the keys
Said I wanna be a star
Met the stars, had to put the focus on my peace
Like preach, preach
Pray my pockets never lie
Pray my cellies never fight
When it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray the sickness that they saw
Is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith
I know she could never dream
That her son will be a star
On the road without a guide
Tell her strap him for the ride, far away from
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Pray my pockets never light
Pray my cellies never fight, when it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray this sickness that they saw is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith I know she can never dream
That her son would be a star
On the road without a guide, tell her strapping for the ride
Far away from
I'm locked in, getting deeper
With too much hustle for a sleeper
I used to say I wanna be a star
When I met the stars I told them keep it
They told me never meet your idols
Cause nobody is ever that perfect
So I'm hoping I never meet Cole
The road is making my journey be worth it
I was 16 making raps
Told them one day I'ma make it so they sign me
Hard headed youth coming from the sticks
I was chasing money for my primary
They don't get it's just for how they see me
Miss the lessons when you skip the chapters
Said I wanna be a star when my dreams put me in the lights
I was Stevie
Double down how we gonna cope
Killy see me I've been doing dope
Money comes, everybody fake
I don't want her, bitten out the cake
Signed a the deal way before the sense
I was good with pennies on the pound
I was blinded thinking they would teach me
Are they supposed to help you find a sound?
Parents thinking I've been doing good when
I'm in the dirt that's the time I don't say
I've been spending hours getting faded
Writing lyrics, drinking early on a Thursday
Now you got the money, they just wanna mold
Making hits, make it hard to fail
Got the people on the gram
Take a look and saying damn this guy is doing well
Someone light my way
Light my way
I'ma fly away
Fly away, far away from
Now I know I'm nothing like them
I never was and never will be
I see them faking for the flash
Demons and my spots
Calm with how they built me
If they don't like it I say peace
Lock them out and throw away the keys
Said I wanna be a star
Met the stars, had to put the focus on my peace
Like preach, preach
Pray my pockets never lie
Pray my cellies never fight
When it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray the sickness that they saw
Is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith
I know she could never dream
That her son will be a star
On the road without a guide
Tell her strap him for the ride, far away from
Pray my cellies never fight, when it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray this sickness that they saw is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith I know she can never dream
That her son would be a star
On the road without a guide, tell her strapping for the ride
Far away from
I'm locked in, getting deeper
With too much hustle for a sleeper
I used to say I wanna be a star
When I met the stars I told them keep it
They told me never meet your idols
Cause nobody is ever that perfect
So I'm hoping I never meet Cole
The road is making my journey be worth it
I was 16 making raps
Told them one day I'ma make it so they sign me
Hard headed youth coming from the sticks
I was chasing money for my primary
They don't get it's just for how they see me
Miss the lessons when you skip the chapters
Said I wanna be a star when my dreams put me in the lights
I was Stevie
Double down how we gonna cope
Killy see me I've been doing dope
Money comes, everybody fake
I don't want her, bitten out the cake
Signed a the deal way before the sense
I was good with pennies on the pound
I was blinded thinking they would teach me
Are they supposed to help you find a sound?
Parents thinking I've been doing good when
I'm in the dirt that's the time I don't say
I've been spending hours getting faded
Writing lyrics, drinking early on a Thursday
Now you got the money, they just wanna mold
Making hits, make it hard to fail
Got the people on the gram
Take a look and saying damn this guy is doing well
Someone light my way
Light my way
I'ma fly away
Fly away, far away from
Now I know I'm nothing like them
I never was and never will be
I see them faking for the flash
Demons and my spots
Calm with how they built me
If they don't like it I say peace
Lock them out and throw away the keys
Said I wanna be a star
Met the stars, had to put the focus on my peace
Like preach, preach
Pray my pockets never lie
Pray my cellies never fight
When it's quiet on the road
Getting far away from home
Pray the sickness that they saw
Is a sight we never see
Pray my mama got the faith
I know she could never dream
That her son will be a star
On the road without a guide
Tell her strap him for the ride, far away from
Writer: Victor Oluwatowoju
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid