Road less traveled I'll ride
With this revolver by my side
Sweet speed of cocaine
Friends deep in the dope game
Well momma I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
This city is a symphony
That never seems to be in key
I've tasted every sin
Spit em out and I tried again
Well momma I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
I hold myself accountable
For everything that I have done
Constant heat beneath my feet
I guess a glimpse of what's to come
Well momma I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
Well momma I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
Well momma I don't think I'm gone
Don't think I'm ever gonna make it back home
To you
