O and I'm back again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano
I'm on the rocky road, Heading down off the mountain slope, And as my steps echo (echo) louder than before. Another day is done, Say good-bye to the
[Verse 1 - Ben J] You want to get Active (echoes ) I don't really care Lil Mama what's the deal You got a nice body, I'm hungry now baby tell me how you
Sometimes it's hard for me to understand Why we pull away from each other so easily Even though we're all walking the same road Yet we build dividing
My whole life, man I've been workin so hard and I know Nobody told me that the road would be easy (Whoaaaaaa, that the road) I can't believe, I've made
Darth Vader Give thanks pussy nigga I don't expose you as a hater Got Decatur, East Point, College Park and the SWAT's Campbellton Road closed, road block
You follow the footsteps Echoes leading down the hall To a room, there's music playing Tiny bells with moving parts Here the shadows make things ugly
look her best She was free to waste away alone Last night, my brother, he got drunk and drove And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road
Well, the songs you sung spiraled and hung 'Round like echoes or ripples on a pond And so you circled the globe, spent a year on the road Without ever
, You Aint ever going too walk this road road road this road road , never going too walk this road road road, never gunna going to walk this road
's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say For all the fools who fell for first girl who comes their way I've been down that road
be the chimes of freedom flashin' Hey, flashin' for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashin' for the refugees on their unarmed road of flight
that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with
I'm takin my show on the road [Chorus: Royce] You can find me, up in a quiet, town like Ohio, tyin it down (on the road) It's nothin, the pump on the
[Intro - Chopped and Screwed Voice (echo)] Hold up mayne I know you ain't think we wouldn't fittin to come through with somethin for the slab You must
spittin grammar (spittin grammar) From Shreveport ('port) down to New Orleans ('leans) And all points in between just to get the cream (cream) Me and my "II Trill" team on the road
line There's letters left unopened here There never is the time There's messages I should return And people I should call I'm still tripping over echoes