paroles de chanson Crossroads (feat. Just John... & Nathan Butts) - Marc.Made & J.Cook feat. Just John... & Nathan Butts

We are at, a crossroads
A long road, we both know
We are at, a red light
A four way, stop sign
We are on, the highway
But our way, is stand still
Held up, it's tragic
In traffic, the wrong time

Somebody call 911, Its been an accident
I cant tell you where, At least not accurately
I Wish upon a star, Its an asterisk
Get dat phone call, Yelling fax machines
Screaming turn to swinging, Issa batting ring
Dont go home... run, Issa tragedy
Dis where i draw da line, Need a masterpiece
Called you mona lisa, But you actually
Just a jpeg, In my gallery
And i hate saying it, But you have to be
Gotta dead this, No more casualties
Got me bed ridden, Just lost half of me
But i believe in something, Colin Kaepernick
Had my leg bent, quarterbacking it
I get dat bread then, you'll come back to me

We are at, a crossroads
A long road, we both know
We are at, a red light
A four way, stop sign
We are on, the highway
But our way, is stand still
Held up, it's tragic
In traffic, the wrong time

We are at a stalemate
Imprisoned by the Dotted lines
Waiting for our time like we cell mates
Behind these bars life sentence tryna 'scape
Screaming someone help save me
This 2 way battle, under construction
From over bridges, To undercover
Then go Under covers Trying to discover
Wonder what we look like in someone's rear view mirror
Wonder when the fog clears up will where we stand get clearer
I get aroused when we arrive at our same destination but it don't happen to often
We took parallel pathways On this crossroad that we walking
And window wipers can't keep up w the tears the world cries when we not together
Now I'm just yo X man in this stormy weather

We are at, a crossroads
A long road, we both know
We are at, a red light
A four way, stop sign
We are on, the highway
But our way, is stand still
Held up, it's tragic
In traffic, the wrong time