Tekst piosenki 'High Road' wykonawcy Feeki

No one knows they way but your damn self
People try to lend a hand but they can't help
You gotta pick and choose, we all wearing different shoes
Be a bigger you, go and get it never hands out

I'm feeling bad, for people that living for the weekend
The type that wanna be dreaming but never got to see them
What a boring story, being worried bout conforming
Working and snorin would end up forcin me right off the deep end

I came to gain a brain and make a couple bucks
Provide for those who been riding close yeah that's just a plus
I'm condoning going for it for those with a motive
Undivided focus opened all the roads we're taking up

Try to get in the zone
Gotta go grind, I'm better alone
Fuck what they telling me I am a better me
I don't know why but I fly on my own
Now I'm feeling up, I don't think I'm coming down
Even stars, start their shining when they under ground

Lamborghini dreamin meanin that no one can stop me
Started spittin sloppy now they all coming to watch me
Made a lane, that kept me staying on my own
This is my throne, That's why I'm taking the high road. Woah
Pre Chorus
No one knows they way but your damn self
People try to lend a hand but they can't help
You gotta pick and choose, we all wearing different shoes
Be a bigger you, go and get it never hands out

No They don't, Own my show
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
I'm so
No fly zone
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road

The climb Is only over when my knees are blowing out
We never going down, show em what I'm knowing now
They telling us to get a job, and "you could be rich,"
That's a load of shit, notice no ones ever showing how

The road'll never be clear to steer for more than a living
You gotta see around the corner in order to finish
That's a route that we made, get the Fuck up out my way
Any master of the game, starts with a horrible scrimmage
Dreams, of living the dough
Forming a team, we in it to blow
Cutting the tracks, and running it max
Still Puffing the steam, we willing to tow
Always making noise, never keep it on the low
But with a higher desire for sleepin on the road

Straight shot boy I knew this canary could fly
We on that cable man I'm calling it Larry the guy
If you wary to try, you' are ya very demise
So make the lane, or lay down and be Buried alive

No one knows they way but your damn self
People try to lend a hand but they can't help
You gotta pick and choose, we all wearing different shoes
Be a bigger you, go and get it never hands out

No They don't, Own my show
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
I'm so
No fly zone
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
Bridge
Riding through this life
Headed to the light
Only one person
Can say that what you do is right
Never settle on the fence
Wonder what you coulda been
Only one person
Can tell you where to head

No They don't, Own my show
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high roadI'm so
I'm so
No fly zone
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
No They don't, Own my show
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high roadI'm so
I'm so
No fly zone
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road
High Road, High Road
Fuck their way I'd rather take the high road