On the Road

[Damn Syko on the riff, that shit sound crazy]
On the road
Highs and lows just make you cold
I've been alone, it's hard to trust the words you say
I got money to blow, rollin' up the whole pound
Face it straight to the dome, all my eagles gon' soar out

I know what’s been waiting for me
Even if the skies are gray
Conversations with my 40
Molly popping to ease my brain
Racing time, living divine, they think I’m feeling fine
On the outside, deep inside I’m paralyzed
What’s the outside world, geekin on the mic?
I peep the evil, seeking the REAL until the day I die

Night sky, I come alive, she never leaves me on the sideline
Drive by, I'm riding high under the sunshine
She wanna be mine but I can’t find time
Whole gang got tunnel vision in our eyesight

Phone out, getting to the dough
And the money gon' come and the money gon' go
I got my bro's down, sticking to the code
Took a flight out to L.A. so I can get 'em on the low

Now she got me going psycho
I don't even wanna drive home anymore
And I been walking on a tight rope
Are you gon' be poison or the antidote?

I know what’s been waiting for me
Even if the skies are gray
Conversations with my .40
Molly popping to ease my brain

✧ Sykopath guitar solo ✧

Black jeans, black whip
Black bitch, I'm in the backseat
Back flip on my dick back at the crib, she's like an athlete
Tabs in, tapped into imaginary galaxies
Fuck the past tense and fuck the old hoes who doubted me

Shawty break it down and roll the whole O
Watched a real one fold, it left my heart cold
Now I walk around with my heart closed
Are you a poison or an antidote?

I ain’t living in the real world, soul roaming
Geeking in the morning, ya know I'm zoning
I ain’t sleeping in the night, boy cuz I’m on one
Black out, wake up, know I’m smokin on that potent
She don’t like how I’m always faded and I don’t care
That girl she wants me to herself, I’m never there
Gas up in the air, this life I live can’t be compared
Cutting down my circle cuz they all turning square

Now she got me going psycho
I don't even wanna drive home anymore
I been walking on a tight rope
Are you gon' be poison or the antidote?

I know what’s been waiting for me
Even if the skies are gray
Conversations with my .40
Molly popping to ease my brain