Roc Marciano ft. Action Bronson - 456 Lyrics

Road I ride is lonely

Yeah, nights from Norway
Hookers in the hallway
Fiends tap dancin' on the
Strip like it's Broadway
Ashed the hundred dollar joint
Inhaled the info
Ten percents on the limo, doin indos
Farm raised goat, yo (Road I ride is lonely)
Farm raised goat
Arm length tucked in the coat
Old 6 series bucket approach
Three stripes on the leather
Powder puffin her nose
Say you feel my pain, really motherfucker
You don't i'm on some out of body
(Road I ride is lonely)
Out of body with the Shaman in the jungle
Never cry over curdled milk
Dip in convertible rock the leather neck
Full length Persian twill
Shoot the trouble on the
Company by herbal pill
Gotta get it, gotta, gotta
Gotta get it quick fuck her good or she on
To look for better dick
I'm off the hook dawg
You fuckin with a veteran
Think different express my sentiment
Put you in the sediment

Yo, yo play me never
Seats in the Mercedes is leather
See she think she bad
Ain't nothin' you can tell her
Uh, I ain't no regular nigga
If you see me with a bitch
You know she lucky I'm with her
(Road I ride is lonely) She know
She lucky I'm with her
Like a hungry muh'fucker wit'
A bucket of chicken
Heels is clickin' from Beverly
Hills to Hell's Kitchen
The twenty cell spell is lifted
The TECs held different, the sex is a given
The fishscale was sniffed off of dishes
Uh, murder material
Uh, the 38 scrape the serial
We sat down and ate cereal
Uh, muh'fuckas are like Sound Bwoy Bureill
Fly face tone, steel vagina, Grace Jones
My favorite clothes, my ace in the hole
Some basic ho, I'm never takin her home
My statue naked in Rome
The 650 Beamer run 80 alone

Switch whips, 456, 456
Switch whips, 456, 456
Switch whips, 456, 456 switch whips, 456

Road I ride, lonely, I lonely, I
Lonely, I lonely, I
Road I road is