High Road Ringtones

Tell all my friends I'm going out to the desert this weekend When they find out I'll be gone for a life time or two I may start out looking over my shoulder I told you I might end up being someone you don't wanna see That someone is who I'll be I'm on the high road after midnight And I don't think I'll ever go home I'm on the right road got the freedom It'll never, no never get old Yeah, yeah, yeah See the sun come up, it's a beautiful day to be dreaming Well you don't need us What you need is a mind of your own I got mine you're the one all alone I'm on the high road after midnight And I don't think I'll ever go home I'm on the right road got the freedom And I'll never, no never give up Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Life can play you like a game And if you let it you'll regret it til the end of your days Tell all my friends I'm going out to the desert this weekend I'm on the high road after midnight And I don't think I'll ever go home I'm on the right road got the freedom And I'll never, no never give up I'm on the high road, caught a red light And I think that I might have been stoned I'm on the right road chasing freedom And I'll never, no never give up Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on the high road yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on the right road, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Yo, fuck whoever thinking they king, I got no homage Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it? Who showed North you could make it out young Without the ACs, robberies and going cunch? Listen up I see the unemployment high, everybody scrapping Trap rap popping, population trapping Basic but you popping, I ain't tryna knock your vision But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap, you didn't You've seen what buj' can do to humans, that shit real evil I never made P off anything that kills people Except for the times I touched mic and killed people I ain't spoke to him in time, he thinks we still peoples Use to be my darg, he was in my left titty Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy But I ain't chatty patty, all your secrets safe with me Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Listen, the whole city's sleeping, only the kitties creeping I'm doing vampire hours, celly forever beeping In a position you never wish you would ever be in I went to sleep in the morning, I rise up in the evening And I ain't waiting to die, I'm tryna live in heaven Fuck niggas, the fiends taught me the biggest lessons It's sink or swim, I'm in it to win Tryna dodge bin, whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons International S Had to book the top floor, sit back and reflect I could still be up in the streets with a strap and a vest But I'm in the bank doing mathematics, cashing them cheques I told my daughter, "Bubba, daddy gon' be back in sec" Like Yakaa Dee, your daddy, he's a wizard with words I put 'em in a verse, now I got some bags to collect And all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck Can't they see that if it ain't Idris Which nigga is James Bond with it? I got a license to kill, shitting on the critiques Diamonds are forever, my gold finger got stones in it This model calling, she wanna give me a home visit Mowa Lola shades, Alyx jeans Alexander McQueen tees, still the steeze so exquisite I got nothing to prove, these niggas know I did it Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Yeah, I watched my favourite fiend Donna die PTSD, last time I saw her she was horrified What the fuck you know about when you don't wanna ride But niggas hit your nigga so you out there tryna hollow guys? Everybody got a heart, it's what's hollow inside Talking to her, she so sonic with lies Came with a wap but I pay all my tax I pray my salat, grab my toolie and then hit up them flats, facts SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact That's three GOATs spitting rap and we spraying some facts I look at my watch and then I turn on the tap The jakes tryna catch me slipping, so I turn off the maps My baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to waps My older brother will tell you that I was seven in flats Akh', I'ma go down the loneliest road It's hard to spin your life 'round when you come from the road I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

We're on the one road Sharing the one load We're on the road to 'God knows where' We're on the one road It may be the wrong road But we're together now, who cares? North men, South men, comrades all Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal We're on the one road swinging along Singing a soldier's song Though we've had our troubles now and then Now is the time to make them up again Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow Now is the time, step together now () Tinker, tailor, every mother's son Butcher, baker shouldering his gun Rich man, poor man, every man in line All together just like Auld Lang Syne () Night is darkest just before the dawn From dissention Ireland is reborn Soon we'll all be united Irishmen Make our land a nation once again () Though we've had our troubles now and then Now is the time to make them up again Sure aren't we all Irish anyhow Now is the time, step together now ()