LONELY ROAD LYRICS

Produced by Hendersin

"Lonely Road"
 

The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be
Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?
Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgment day, now
Are you praying? Are you begging? That you're anyone else?

Guess who it is? It’s the best in the biz
Amber be alert 'cuz they checking for the kid
Hendersin, yeah I'm back  just doing what I do
I’m bored with your games; I suggest you get a clue
Yeah, it’s like they never knew, that I spit it so precise
Bet that I’m all up in their head like lice
I’ll never take it back, I ain't taking your advice
Then they know what I mean, motherfucker cuz I’m nice and ah
Yeah, well I got what you need
And it might sound conceded
But I will not concede
I ain't fuckin with Ruxin I’m way out of your league
I ain't messing with you scrubs, yeah, that’s word to Dr. Reid, and ah
So close, motherfucker I can taste it
Ya’ll don’t see the vision
You should get some lactic
Feeling so good, you can say I’m on that Ma$e shit
It came from the heart, so that’s why I had to pace it

You prayed to have your name (your name)
Scattered on the lips of the young
And now you claim (you claim)
That it’s you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill
To get your thrill, well
I bet it stinks to give up everything
And realize that they don’t want you!

It’s a lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, reaper plays for keeps!

I don’t play, something like a mascot
And I'm focused, treat me like an ascot
Coming' for your neck, yeah
Coming for respect
I ain't fuckin with your crew
Got jokers like a deck
What the fuck do you expect?
For me to just reason
While you decline
Go in circles like a re-vine
I sat back, motherfucker call that recline
Pay the cost to be the boss
There’s no such thing as free time
Yeah, if you think then take a seat
But instead i'll make a beat
That’s the way I’m making heat
And I hit the ground running; you'd probably break your feet
And I’m coming for the fame
Motherfucker watch me skeet, and um

I remember, when they didn’t need me
Now they wouldn’t dare try to leave me
And you know they kid is spitting ruthless like Compton in the 80's
Right now, rap game, man this shit is so easy

You prayed to have your name (your name)
Scattered on the lips of the young
And now you claim (you claim)
That it’s you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill
To get your thrill, well
I bet it stinks to give up everything
And realize that they don’t want you!

It’s a lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, reaper plays for keeps!

Lonely road where the
Forgotten go, where your, misery finds its company (woah)
It’s a long way down to the, sacred ground
Where the, reaper plays for keeps!