I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
Too much stressing me
Its been pressing me
Its killing mentally
So i gotta find
So i gotta find
If i find my melody
Melody Melody
Melody Melody
Remember me member me
For centuries centuries
Centuries
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna cool now
She wanna get loose now
I am so faded
Im bout to be famous
We bout to make it
Like momma we made it
Like momma we made it
I am on road now
I got to go now
Yeah i got to go now
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
All i really needed was some time
I been searching for my peace of mind
Im about to see the stars align
Told my mom everything will be fine
Ever since i was a youngin
Turning nothing into something
We be moving all these mountains
Dont give a f*ck about assumptions
We moving
With my team we be cruising
Ballin like im jordan im shootin
Scoring my n*ggas hoopin
It goes in we keep flowin
From the six so its derozan
When i dunk that ball in
Girl you cant stop this
Its the motion
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
Mutari - On Road (feat. Chris Walsh) Lyrics
Mutari - On Road (feat. Chris Walsh) Lyrics
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I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
Too much stressing me
Its been pressing me
Its killing mentally
So i gotta find
So i gotta find
If i find my melody
Melody Melody
Melody Melody
Remember me member me
For centuries centuries
Centuries
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna cool now
She wanna get loose now
I am so faded
Im bout to be famous
We bout to make it
Like momma we made it
Like momma we made it
I am on road now
I got to go now
Yeah i got to go now
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
All i really needed was some time
I been searching for my peace of mind
Im about to see the stars align
Told my mom everything will be fine
Ever since i was a youngin
Turning nothing into something
We be moving all these mountains
Dont give a f*ck about assumptions
We moving
With my team we be cruising
Ballin like im jordan im shootin
Scoring my n*ggas hoopin
It goes in we keep flowin
From the six so its derozan
When i dunk that ball in
Girl you cant stop this
Its the motion
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
Too much stressing me
Its been pressing me
Its killing mentally
So i gotta find
So i gotta find
If i find my melody
Melody Melody
Melody Melody
Remember me member me
For centuries centuries
Centuries
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna vibe now
I just wanna cool now
She wanna get loose now
I am so faded
Im bout to be famous
We bout to make it
Like momma we made it
Like momma we made it
I am on road now
I got to go now
Yeah i got to go now
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
All i really needed was some time
I been searching for my peace of mind
Im about to see the stars align
Told my mom everything will be fine
Ever since i was a youngin
Turning nothing into something
We be moving all these mountains
Dont give a f*ck about assumptions
We moving
With my team we be cruising
Ballin like im jordan im shootin
Scoring my n*ggas hoopin
It goes in we keep flowin
From the six so its derozan
When i dunk that ball in
Girl you cant stop this
Its the motion
I been on the road
I been on the low
I been in my zone
Momma call my phone
I aint going home
Too much going on
I been on the road
I been all alone
Momma call my phone
I ain't going home
Too much going on
Tell me why i feel so cold
Searching for my pot of gold
Pushed away everyone i know
And it was unintentional
I cant put my dreams on hold
As time goes by we grow old
Writer: Mutari
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