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Lonely Road - text

[Intro]
The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be
Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?
Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day
Now, aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else?

[Verse 1: Hendersin]
Guess who it is? It's the best in the biz
Amber, be alert 'cause they checkin' for the kid
Hendersin, yeah, I'm back just doing what I do
I'm bored with ya games, I suggest you get a clue
Yeah, it's like they never knew, I could spit it so precise
Bet that I'm all up in they head like lice
I'll never take it back, I ain't taking your advice
And they know what I mean, muthafucker, 'cause I'm nice
And I, yeah, well, I got what you need
And it might sound conceited but I will not concede
I ain't fucking with Ruxin I'm way outta ya league
I ain't messing with you scrubs, yeah, that's word to doctor Reid
And I'm so close, motherfucker, I could taste it
Y'all don't see the vision, you should get some lasik
Feeling so good, you could say I'm on that Mase shit
It came from the heart, so that's why I had to pace it

[Pre-Chorus]
You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young
Now you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill
Well, I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you

[Chorus]
It's a lonely road where the forgotten go, where your misery finds its company (whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground, where the reaper's playing for keeps

[Verse 2: Hendersin]
I don't play, something like a mascot
And I'm focused, treat me like an ascot
Coming for your neck, yeah, I'm coming for respect
I ain't fucking with ya crew, you got jokers like a deck
What the fuck do you expect? For me to just resign?
While you decline, go in circles like a Revine
I sat back, motherfucker, call that recline
Paid the cost to be the boss, no such thing as free time
Yeah, if you think, I'll take a seat, but instead I make a beat
That's the way I'm making heat
And I hit the ground, running you would probably break your feet
And I'm coming for the fame, motherfucker, watch me skeet
And I'm, I remember when they didn't need me
Now they wouldn't dare try to leave me
And you know the kid is spitting ruthless
So like Compton in the 80's right now, rap game, well, this shit is so easy

[Pre-Chorus]
You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young
Now you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue
And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill
Well, I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you

[Chorus]
It's a lonely road where the forgotten go, where your misery finds its company (whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground, where the reaper's playing for keeps
It's a lonely road where the forgotten go, where your misery finds its company (whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground, where the reaper's playing for keeps

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