The Road Less Traveled

Fuck your dreams, I'm worried 'bout ours

I will never go back to crowbars to cars

You could walk a million yellow bricks

Never reach Oz

You could part the clouds, never see God

Metaphor to tryin' too hard to reach BONES

Expect I'm really here, bring fear to your home

Me, I always hear, like my ear to the phone

So listen for the static, I'ma warn you in code

Think you'll understand if you see me up close, no

You can never truly know a ghost

Talk slang on the corner, bitch, you don't do

Speakin' down on the team, bitch, you won't

Take it easy, slow it down, let it go

Fuck it, maybe I'll feel the same, never know

Never know how long I woulda gone

I woulda passed on if I was still on backroads

If I was still on backroads

If I was still on backroads

Ride like McBride

Arthur in his prime

In the parry, near the tides

Focus extra high, so my gauge is alway bright enough to light the path

And give directions to whomever brave enough

The chance nobody's taken

Of the one nobody dared to love

Don't become the thing you hated

Just because you hatin' us

And that's just words from the wall

I awake, translate it all

Then I scrape the message off