Verse One â Pressure
Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek,
Women are like opportunities; grasp them when theyâre in reach,
All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally,
Lifeâs a blind struggle thatâs why fate keeps tripping over me,
With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you,
What you donât know canât hurt you; so not knowing youâs a virtue,
Itâs a fast food world; I fear that Iâm a die gluttoning,
But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying,
I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental,
Now Iâm using my potential, for bruising instrumentals,
Iâm a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin,
Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising,
Weâre all drunk philosophers so give it time now,
Thereâs a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? Itâs called an eyebrow,
If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament,
Iâm done keeping it real I keep it relevant.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Verse Two â Suffa
Iâve been an out and out loudmouth since my youth,
Iâm generous with words but selfish with the truth,
Iâd never say some things on my mind anyway,
Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday,
And when I do speak women call me a creep,
Ladies chivalryâs not dead itâs on the couch where you made it sleep,
I get deep without the meaningful,
Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said âBoy now Iâve seen it allâ,
The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women,
And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm,
What a computer will give them an instrument wonât,
Itâs called hip hop, guess what weâre the industry joke,
But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone,
And be strong cos tomorrow itâs on,
We ainât no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip,
We spit deep shit all of lifeâ secrets.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
Weâll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way Iâll follow you,
Cos todayâs like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.