Текст песни On the Road - Samson , Jez Dior , Packy

Yeah yeah
Better have three handles up on my rider, ho
One for the bus and two for the show
I play again for a pot of gold
But my manager get it first at show
I′m a bad boy with my leather on
R.I.P. Yves Saint Laurent
Hit Mexico, get my peso on
With a Latin ass that love queso dawg

Yeah the groupie, groupie, groupie love
Miss a hooch and get a hoochie dawg
Bad teams wanna fuck with the crew
Yeah they love my set but they don't fuck with you
See your ass getting stuck in beds
By the bus just to fuck with fans
Every show I see ′em drop and dance
Word to FC baby, throw it up with my hands, Jez

Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now

Yeah
Phone go ring, ring, yeah
They all on my line like, uh
They all want the limelight, uh
They are not my type, uh
Adderall and Jack Dan'
I don't ever show my hand
I ain′t never play no keys
But I went and made bands

Road, road, road, road hoes want the room key
Ooh they love it when you look ′em in the eye
Talkin' to ′em like it's you and me
Treat stage like paul pit
Let ′em all read the diary
All they ever needed was some real shit
They like "Pack, don't lie to me"
And I never do

Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now

I write my girl from the road
Then get to writing a hit
See, I have been meaning to call
She knows I′m working that shit
I think we drifting away
She was still holding me down
That was just back in the day
Before I discovered the sound

Ayy, turn that bass up
Yeah, hit that row, oh
K, hit that J Puff
Pass, then we float A
Way, on the way (where to?)
To my show (hey, hey)
From L.A
All the way around the globe

Independent as it gets
Thousand dollars for my spit
And I put this on the kiss
Every second is a gift
And welcome all ya to my world
I'ma make it ma, I'm sure
Hey, everybody wanna work now
′Cause this music is my church
Yeah, this music is my church
And God helped me with the verse
I caught a wave and I′ma surf it
I think your flaws are still perfect

Gotta thank life for this bread
Yeah, lap me then cut me a check
This is my muh' fuckin′ shit
Cali', I′m back in this shit
Got back on my rappin' and shit
Now I don′t need practice, I'm in
See, I am my music, capisce
And I hope that heaven exists
How could it get better than this
And I hope forever exists
And we'll live forever in this shit

Flow′s colder than your holy water
I′ma find my send or never
Had the daughters at the music that I'm making
Now I′m really gonna take it with me on the road

Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now
Better have that
On the road now