Paroles de la chanson Back on the Road par Cordae

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Paroles de la chanson Back on the Road par Cordae

[Cordae]
Thank you, Jesus
Listen

[Cordae]
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

[Cordae]
This world is a motherfucker filled with all type of bloodsuckers
Put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worse feelin' when you tryna run up a million
But they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost?
Man, this shit is so cutthroat (Thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again
Never let niggas up close

And I ain't gangster, dog, but I'll grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be fuckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
Fuck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs, only with the highest view

[Cordae]
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise (Real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (Thank you, Jesus, woah)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes (Woo)

[Lil Wayne]
I already told y'all, then I showed y'all
Blam-blam, then I drove off

Xans got me 'bout to doze off
I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off
If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (Thank you, Jesus)
Trespass, then I'ma cut his toes off
Much faster than I cut my hoes off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off
I'm Hugh Hefner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws
Spittin' twenty-four-karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blowtorch
Spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge
Been hot since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you
You think this a game and I brought the controllers

Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda
I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a soldier, my nigga just had a daughter
I just went bought her a stroller (Thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father
I just went brought him my shoulder

[Cordae]
And I'm gettin' smarter and older
Call Mr. Carter the Yoda, we do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami
Fuck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama
Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure

Then I pulled off in a Rover
I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over

[Cordae]
I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise (Real)
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (Thank you, Jesus, woah)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes (Woo)

Thank you, Jesus
Thank you, Jesus
I will praise You forever

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