Lyrics
(A one, two, ready, play)
Road less traveled I'll ride
With this revolver by my side
The sweet speed of cocaine
Friends deep in the dope game
Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
This city is a symphony
That never seems to be in key
I've tasted every sin
Spit 'em out and I tried again
Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
I hold myself accountable
For everything that I have done
The constant heat beneath my feet
I guess a glimpse of what's to come
Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
Well mama, I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
Timothy Dairl Carr
Songtrust Ave