Long Walk - Brandy Clark

Let's take the long way home, love is burning slowly Down this country road tonight Make a left by the corner store, go somewhere we've never been before We, we got plenty of time There's a place by the lemon trees we can sit all night making memories With the stars in our eyes It's getting late, but I'm still wide awake I just can't hit the brakes with you Let's take the long way home, love is burning slowly Down this country road, every moment's holy Baby, I've been waiting all my life to waste my time on you Take the long way home tonight Golden hour's afterglow, Fleetwood Mac's on the radio Singing sweet little lies Seats pulled back, and the moon is low, time moves fast, but we take it slow Now the world's outta sight It's getting late, but I'm still wide awake I just can't hit the brakes with you Let's take the long way home, love is burning slowly Down this country road, every moment's holy Baby, I've been waiting all my life to waste my time on you Take the long way home tonight (Long way home) I'm gonna take the long way home I'm gonna take the long way tonight Let's take the long way home, love is burning slowly Down this country road tonight

Fuck, that's what I need, I need, I just need Wanna be in Miami with someone I got a good side, got a bad side, do you wanna find out? Rollin' through the city, I'm probably 'posed to be on time out Why you gotta ask, won't you just take it? You want someone that won't fake it Want someone that's down to get you naked I know I'm a problem, I know that I'm something you should ponder Go on, just sponsor the monster Pimp like Kat Will Black truck got black wheels and the paint got the matte feel I been stuntin' so wild, daddy came up outta Nat Geo Try to open like pistachio, and I'm slight throwed off So I had to go, Mami, I had to know, I'm Hopin' for a fuck around Hopin' for a good time Hopin' for a long night, pour up the drink Wear Chanel, Mami, you bad as hell, I'm Hopin' for a fuck around Hopin' for a good time Hopin' for a long night, pour up the drink Wear Chanel, Mami, you bad as hell She got Fenty on her lips, uh huh Think I wanna kiss just once We did what should've been done You the hottest thing under the sun, I'm Hopin' for a fuck around Hopin' for a good time Hopin' for a long night, pour up the drink Wear Chanel, Mami, you bad as hell I just wanna put on a song and hear you Baby, baby, baby Lookin' somethin' bad and laugh at it (you know) You cannot help that you mad at it Roll up a joint then we kick it, oh yeah, shawty Pour us a drink, now we drunk, and we fuckin' to Sade How did we get here, how did we get there With a night like that, what are we, (What are we?) Don't ask no question, shawty (shawty) Hotel room for the afterparty (party) You know that I'm with the shit, I like your vibe and you really legit We done got low to the floor in a bit (yeah) We done went high and went low in a bit That's just for one night (long as you get here, long as you get here) And if you wanna do it again Maybe we can (long as you get here)

Yeah, yeah, fuck Uh, nigga really came a long way Uh, came from servin' in the hallway Used to play the black tile I got nauseate I met some folks from up the street And they say they know where my opps be My opps they scared they wildin' Slide when they thought jolly Slide when it get foggy Jumpin', feelin' froggy Half his niggas dead and half my niggas caught a body Just for demihani I came up with Tommy And everytime I play my block my clip full Got my nose in the pie turn red like a pitbull I take your advice and add a little twist to it And in this game you'll lose your life Lil' nigga there's a risk to it We speak money, so fluent, I send that lil' bitch to it If he ain't talkin' the wrist game, he asked how my wrist do it I turned this shit world wide I felt it when Wass died Ma' was only 22 when daddy he got 25 And if they don't listen, you'll have to feel me Big dawg gotta eat they'll have to feel me Bucket full of water they tried to tilt me They shot up my whole party, they tried to kill me Pistol by the rib, huh We was just some kids, huh Everybody was just to live, huh I shot wit' the We pop out when he talk, bruh They say we gon' live long Leave him on his front lawn I come from the trench, yeah I play the trenches, the trenches, I'm from the trench, yeah We go boatin' on lakes like Mr Frank, yeah I'm feedin' off of the hate and I should thank y'all He trappin' tricks on a nigga, I put a blank card This a rap card, literally a rap card I wrap a nigga up they should call me a rap star I served plenty rocks they should call me a rock star Yeah that part, we were cool wit' two stars Motel, bed bugs about Trap house no couch Lil' nigga what else My crack head kick me out My hood don't wanna lead me on If I die now hear me yawn My dawgs barkin' in the ground My hood still want me in Only baking soda in the fridge This fifth kick when it kick Your block lit when we lit We picky picky when we pick We cross a nigga, fuck a pick My drip faucet still drip We expensive when we drip I was taught to show love My dawg home give me a hug This mac 10 so heavy Gimme a hand, go get me a velt Gotta watch snakes in the house Soon as he turn around that's a score I couldn't trust another bro I'm ballin' hard need to score I'm the realest nigga in my city And lil' bitch gettin' gitty When I come around get gitty Crack a nigga head wit' a micky We still took around, where the coke? When I aim nigga I use my toe I shoot, my aim wit' support We get smoke and give 'em smoke See these bad bitches do the most See these girls all, fuck these ho's I can never make 'em kill my name I done made a bad bitch good And when you think it was fake 'cause Robin Banks salaam alaikum Fuck a kid, fell in wit' plastic Run from cops ain't get away Snitch niggas wanna get me, uh I fell in love wit' the grind I fell in love wit' the slum He came around and got slumped And Glock came wit' a rust And ambulance in a rush And I ain't trip on nothin' I figured it was only us We put four in a nigga head Like what got in his head? We still curve the block and bang I'm still that real nigga on the lane I'm still that real nigga on the lane Lil' nigga wit' a Mac-10 And Wassi all in my dreams Tell me what you lil' niggas dreamt, uh

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour