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russ - lonely road كلمات أغنية

[intro]
lonely road, lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road, lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road
lonely road
lonely road, lonely road
listen
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
i gotta be direct but also give direction (yeah)
i’m tryna disconnect but still maintain connection
past your perception, please, don’t reason with me (don’t)
i’ve burned the t_shirts from the places you’re still dreamin’ to see (yeah)
this the embodiment (of what?)
of autonomy with the audience
it’s humanizing the godliness, findin’ faith in the fogginess (come on)
might not be obvious, but i’m reluctant (why?)
’cause one of my biggest fears is bein’ someone people used to f_ck with (d_mn)
but i’ve faced that fear a lot, i hope it’s losin’ power (for real)
a part of me is dead, y’all missed the viewin’ hours (d_mn)
you didn’t get to say goodbye, well, that makes two of us
a part of me that was responsible for introducin’ us (for real)
he’s still with me, he’s just not behind the wheel no more (he’s not)
he’s in the backseat, yellin’, “no one keeps it real no more” (haha)
fear of disappointin’ people got me too reserved
it’s a lonely road when you goin’ after what you deserve (for real)
[chorus]
lonely road (yeah), lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road, lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road
lonely road
lonely road, lonely road
yeah

[verse 2]
it’s a lonely road when you the only one you know with money (for real)
i really wish that they could feel me, but the subject’s touchy (d_mn)
my beard is scruffy, i’ve been up all night just plottin’ sh_t
since back when the atlanta hawks had vladimir radmanović (for real)
the sole earner, familiar role reverser (yeah)
mr on my job, i don’t talk to my coworkers, the pro surfer (wave)
dealin’ with a wave of emotions (waves)
probably why i’m playin’ frank ocean (uh)
but this is what comes with it (yeah)
the cost is isolation but i’m okay with fundin’ it
the journey of a thought leader
middle name james but that’s not why my bonds deeper
open up the doors that were closed like a shopkeeper
who do i turn to (ayy) when i’m who they turn to? (who?)
walkin’ through h_ll in my maison margiela church shoes
does god have a curfew? (where you at?)
’cause every night around 1 a.m., i’m up waitin’ just to hear him say, “yo, russ, i heard you” (f_ck)
[outro]
lonely road, lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road, lonely road, ah_ah, ah_ah
lonely road
lonely road
lonely road, lonely road

- russ

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