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On My Way Video (MV)




Performed By: Art Morera
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Arthur Morera




Art Morera - On My Way Lyrics




Just made a beat now let me take my dog outside
Morty's looking at me like psh 'bout time
Down a dark alley goes my four legged ally
If something were ever to happen to him I'll die
I tell him to stay, sometimes he still runs away
Can't blame him, I never listen to what my mother say
Waggin' his tail greeting me at the end of the day
Saying hello, Morty were you playing alone?
One time a car almost hit him
I was locking my van, took my eyes off him a minute
And he wandered into the street, prolly to follow a scent
I screamed 'Stop' and it might've been traumatizin'
Damn, I hate to have my dog on a leash
It's to protect him but I bet that he just wants to be free
When we was up on the mountain he was jolly as can be
Came when I called, ironically Marley and me, and Morty

Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way

Mornings on the mountain I would jog in the fog
I look for money on the ground while I'm walking my dog

You've heard me speak of this mountain
Well this mountain I speak of is up in Humboldt County, an hour south of Eureka
Perfect place for rejects that want to start over
But to reach the other side, first the tape must eject
We measure time how the earth rotates
And from East to West goes the day
Maybe that's the reason I left
To chase my moment in the sun before it leaves me again
When the sky is the color orange in North California
With a sandwich from Calico's and a gallon of cold water
Then at night the clouds go away and the galaxy shows God's magnitude
Boggles my mind how we can hurdle through space, stand here and feel stagnant too
If you're unhappy, pack your bags and move
All my belongings fit in a van and I still had a lil room
Cuz it got to a point where it was like I felt shackled to an anvil stuck at a standstill
On top of an ant hill with thoughts that can kill
It's toxic, damn for real
Remember, God has plan
It's easy to forget cuz that's the folly of man
Well God, Morty and I are gonna follow you in my van like

Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
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Just made a beat now let me take my dog outside
Morty's looking at me like psh 'bout time
Down a dark alley goes my four legged ally
If something were ever to happen to him I'll die
I tell him to stay, sometimes he still runs away
Can't blame him, I never listen to what my mother say
Waggin' his tail greeting me at the end of the day
Saying hello, Morty were you playing alone?
One time a car almost hit him
I was locking my van, took my eyes off him a minute
And he wandered into the street, prolly to follow a scent
I screamed 'Stop' and it might've been traumatizin'
Damn, I hate to have my dog on a leash
It's to protect him but I bet that he just wants to be free
When we was up on the mountain he was jolly as can be
Came when I called, ironically Marley and me, and Morty

Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way

Mornings on the mountain I would jog in the fog
I look for money on the ground while I'm walking my dog

You've heard me speak of this mountain
Well this mountain I speak of is up in Humboldt County, an hour south of Eureka
Perfect place for rejects that want to start over
But to reach the other side, first the tape must eject
We measure time how the earth rotates
And from East to West goes the day
Maybe that's the reason I left
To chase my moment in the sun before it leaves me again
When the sky is the color orange in North California
With a sandwich from Calico's and a gallon of cold water
Then at night the clouds go away and the galaxy shows God's magnitude
Boggles my mind how we can hurdle through space, stand here and feel stagnant too
If you're unhappy, pack your bags and move
All my belongings fit in a van and I still had a lil room
Cuz it got to a point where it was like I felt shackled to an anvil stuck at a standstill
On top of an ant hill with thoughts that can kill
It's toxic, damn for real
Remember, God has plan
It's easy to forget cuz that's the folly of man
Well God, Morty and I are gonna follow you in my van like

Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
Dry those teary eyes, I'm on my way, on my way
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Writer: Arthur Morera
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