Bouty Johnson - Travelin Lyrics

Yo, life is hard, when people come to me and they tell me about their problems, all I do
Is reverse myself and say, no shit
People pass by, I don't even ask why, like I'm bleeding from my eyes, but you never see
Me cry
It's alright baby, shed a tear, I know at least one of my friends gonna be dead next
Year
You never miss a beat, that's just how it goes, life's bittersweet like getting slapped
Ny a rose
I travel down the road while I battle with my soul, stashing all that gold, ain't gonna
Matter when I'm old
But if I have kids, I wanna help them, not like my dad did and act selfish, but I don't
Blame him, he wanted to do something significant and for a while, we was out in LA, killing
IT
But I saw what drugs can do first hand, first him, then I watched my earth slam
To the curb, I should've went to church man, but we all going through our own excursions
You get what you give and live what you learn and if you dwell on what you miss, then you'll
Always be hurting, that's real shit, cause that's how I'm working, always thinking that
There is a better version, how I'm living, that's why I'm searching, for a purpose, but
I gotta earn it, and concur with the people that observed it, yes my urge is disturbed
And perverted, but so is you, no one is perfect, no one knows the truth cause no one is worth
It
I watched my youth blow through the curtains, now I'm watching you leave me deserted, does
It hurt, that's for certain, does it hurt, that's for certain, does that hurt, everything
Hurts, everything hurts man, it's hurt
Yo I tried till I can't try no more, and I cried so much that there ain't no shore, so
There ain't no land for me to stand my feet on, there's so much bullshit blowing so all
The leaves gone, and I don't care what season it is, I'm bleeding from wrist, but if I ask
For the truth, y'all pleading the fifth, but there's no more drinking a liter, I'm thinking
Of freedom, but if I get lost in the freedom, then the reason is missed, I get nothing from
Seeing a kiss or from feeling a hug, and if you actually f*cked that bitch then she's stealing
The love, why you think dealing in drugs is appealing to us, yeah I take it all in, but
This breathing is tough, yeah, just for today I don't believe it enough, my higher power
Rising out of f*cking speakers that bump, but I know there's nothing greater than our
Creator, but if I don't work real hard, then I can't ask for favors, I need to savor the
Message and pray for his blessings, and if it's not what I'm expecting, I'm learning
A lesson, but if I go to prison, will that lift my obsession, I guess the question is
If I'm ever honest with my confessions, we break it down, break it down, so do not hate
Me now, there's no point to hate me now man, I'm drowning in the lake with a smile, yo I
Love my past at the same time hate it, and now I'm wondering if I'm even gonna make
It, I really hope I make it, I really hope I do, but there's sometimes I don't know what
To put the hope into, God I can't joke with you, I wanna soak the truth, smoke a few
Go in the vocal booth and show you what I'm going through, I ain't no faggot, but I do
Get emotional, when I have no clue what the f*ck I'm supposed to do, I know I should depend
On me, but it's hard, but I ain't close to family, all I got is God, but I don't go to
Church, man I sound like a jerk, I'm talking so much shit that I'ma drown in the dirt
And I might as well just stay there once I found what I'm worth, I realize that I'm taking
Up too many pounds on the earth, the last thing I wanna do in the mic is sound like
A nerd, even though I say I'm down with nouns and down with verbs, not trying to get down
With clowns, trying to get down with girls, trying to get down with sounds that'll eventually
Drown the world, that's right, Drew rocks straight out the boombox, right now my notepad, trying
To cope with what I had, yeah right, give me the coke, give me the pipe, we'll be getting
High all night, cuz trust that, pussy and drugs are something that I must have, but
I'll never be a dust head though, f*ck that, even in my nut sack, I'm missing a lot, and
It's starting to burn, when I'm piss in a pot, but I guess I got a pot to piss in so
I ain't bitching a lot, it's like I got the slugs to clip him, but I'm missing the glock
Now, that'll get yourself in some shit, but im stressed out, I get that blunt lit, who
You run with, man you can't puff this, you smoked that Bobby Brown, I got that fungus
The buds so sticky you can see the f*cking buds drip, I'm on that tip like 500 an ounce
Throw 30 down if you wanna get blunted and bounce, it seems like the ones I hunted are
Now in my house, the ones I hunted are now in my house, I'm a big dog gunning you just
Is a mouse, you get it
You get it