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On My Way

NHG

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Roy Fields III
Roy Fields III
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Mmm mmm I'm blowing some strongie strains Hmm I hope to go home today, I wanna go home today I'm blowing on strongie strains, shit got me alone in space I don't know the first thing 'bout repairing a ship But I guess that's what the fuck we on today Shit too uncomfortable with hair in this helmet And I got tired of them lonely ways You know you got it, boy, just hone the rage Just don't let that shit own you, gang It's too many demons that know me by name I ain't start looking 'round, only on me to blame Being way too open, ain't notice they ways Which resulted in them overthrowing my brain Shit wasn't okay, had to play it that way Once you let 'em see you not getting back up Gotta watch 'em celebrate Nah, it ain't none of that Once you on that other side, ain't no coming back Take yo lil L with some pride, ain't no "run it back" Man, all of that love in me died It was fucked up, 'til I got that woman back Shit serious Damn near created a void where my spirit is Needing you more than ever now, I'll be back to you soon If you hearing this And how the ship had crashed so soon, I was fearing this That shit the weirdest turn of events I ain't ever see it coming But that's in the past now, damn near ready to blast again Just gotta get it running I don't even recall putting none of this shit back together Blacked out at the thought of yo loving I hope to go home today, I wanna go home today I'm blowing on strongie strains, shit got me alone in space I don't know the first thing 'bout repairing a ship But I guess that's what the fuck we on today Shit too uncomfortable with hair in this helmet And I got tired of them lonely ways You know you got it, boy, just hone the rage Just don't let that shit own you, gang It's too many demons that know me by name I ain't start looking 'round, only on me to blame Being way too open, ain't notice they ways Which resulted in them overthrowing my brain Shit wasn't okay, had to play it that way Once you let 'em see you not getting back up Gotta watch 'em celebrate
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