It's important to me
That you know you are free
Long live Flora
Long live the road
Roadtrixtape
Are you not entertained nigga
As I walk through the valley of shadows, just dodging death
Shed a blood, shed a tear, same reason Jesus wept
My nigga praying in the garden, f*ck niggas at his neck barely rest
Not a moment of silence as quiet kept
Innkeepers want the check, f*ck that I barely slept
Cold sweats, old chest pains from the same wreck
Paint scrapes the fate, brush and a palette, a thousand shades
Artifact perception of age, plus nothing ever stays
Except the vices, naive individuals and uppity niggas that over righteous
One sided over time became less open minded
While others grinding, taste testing, acquired difference to my liking
What's gold to the Midas, what's old to father timin'
Nothing new to the sun, been spoiled like rich sons
That act up and mean mug, kick rocks and throw crumbs
Can't have it all, throwing fits till the day's done
While niggas throwing fists, just to make it home to loved ones, perspective
Everyone I know at some point wanted to end it
A price to pay, death can be expensive
Huge blows to the mental, plus effects the five senses
Fate hangs causing goosebumps, like a cold necklace
But the storm settles down, calm waters for the restless
Therefore I push forth the effort, the portrait sold separate
Long live the madness to the method
This pleases me Wanyeh
Chillin sit back, mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Chillin sit back mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Back when I had to pack for lunch
Mannio Pac had to pack the punch
Stay with the pack, all my niggas clutch
I just can't turn on the bro for nun'
Whats yours is mine, we share a tray
Share an umbrella, a rainy day
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
My self love a different chase
My self love an acquired taste
Do or die, make or break
Do or die, make or break
WANYEH - Long Live The Road (Healin') Lyrics
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English
It's important to me
That you know you are free
Long live Flora
Long live the road
Roadtrixtape
Are you not entertained nigga
As I walk through the valley of shadows, just dodging death
Shed a blood, shed a tear, same reason Jesus wept
My nigga praying in the garden, f*ck niggas at his neck barely rest
Not a moment of silence as quiet kept
Innkeepers want the check, f*ck that I barely slept
Cold sweats, old chest pains from the same wreck
Paint scrapes the fate, brush and a palette, a thousand shades
Artifact perception of age, plus nothing ever stays
Except the vices, naive individuals and uppity niggas that over righteous
One sided over time became less open minded
While others grinding, taste testing, acquired difference to my liking
What's gold to the Midas, what's old to father timin'
Nothing new to the sun, been spoiled like rich sons
That act up and mean mug, kick rocks and throw crumbs
Can't have it all, throwing fits till the day's done
While niggas throwing fists, just to make it home to loved ones, perspective
Everyone I know at some point wanted to end it
A price to pay, death can be expensive
Huge blows to the mental, plus effects the five senses
Fate hangs causing goosebumps, like a cold necklace
But the storm settles down, calm waters for the restless
Therefore I push forth the effort, the portrait sold separate
Long live the madness to the method
This pleases me Wanyeh
Chillin sit back, mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Chillin sit back mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Back when I had to pack for lunch
Mannio Pac had to pack the punch
Stay with the pack, all my niggas clutch
I just can't turn on the bro for nun'
Whats yours is mine, we share a tray
Share an umbrella, a rainy day
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
My self love a different chase
My self love an acquired taste
Do or die, make or break
Do or die, make or break
That you know you are free
Long live Flora
Long live the road
Roadtrixtape
Are you not entertained nigga
As I walk through the valley of shadows, just dodging death
Shed a blood, shed a tear, same reason Jesus wept
My nigga praying in the garden, f*ck niggas at his neck barely rest
Not a moment of silence as quiet kept
Innkeepers want the check, f*ck that I barely slept
Cold sweats, old chest pains from the same wreck
Paint scrapes the fate, brush and a palette, a thousand shades
Artifact perception of age, plus nothing ever stays
Except the vices, naive individuals and uppity niggas that over righteous
One sided over time became less open minded
While others grinding, taste testing, acquired difference to my liking
What's gold to the Midas, what's old to father timin'
Nothing new to the sun, been spoiled like rich sons
That act up and mean mug, kick rocks and throw crumbs
Can't have it all, throwing fits till the day's done
While niggas throwing fists, just to make it home to loved ones, perspective
Everyone I know at some point wanted to end it
A price to pay, death can be expensive
Huge blows to the mental, plus effects the five senses
Fate hangs causing goosebumps, like a cold necklace
But the storm settles down, calm waters for the restless
Therefore I push forth the effort, the portrait sold separate
Long live the madness to the method
This pleases me Wanyeh
Chillin sit back, mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Chillin sit back mind my business
Just, just tryna' get lifted
Ride around tryna find the spirit
These days tryna find some healin'
Back when I had to pack for lunch
Mannio Pac had to pack the punch
Stay with the pack, all my niggas clutch
I just can't turn on the bro for nun'
Whats yours is mine, we share a tray
Share an umbrella, a rainy day
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
Thuggin' it out when the sky is gray
My self love a different chase
My self love an acquired taste
Do or die, make or break
Do or die, make or break
Writer: Mica Lesure
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid