How many roads 'till I find my way How many roads if I leave today How many roads from the one that I've always known How many roads until I find my
How many roads 'till I find my way? How many roads if I leave today? How many roads from the one that I've always known? How many roads until I find
Translation: Dylan, Bob. How Many Roads.
Translation: Kalan Porter. How Many Roads.
through How many roads 'till I find my way How many roads if I leave today How many roads from the one that I've always known How many roads until I
drive a Buick through San Juan If there's a road you can drive on I'll give my cousins a free ride How you get all of them inside Immigrant goes to America Many
u-Haul truck in our driveway. My friend comes over and says, "Hey, You moving?" "Nope." "We just pack our stuff up once or twice a week. Just to see how many
She ain't gonna tie me down So why you on the road? Buying all the shirts, all the hats, all the clothes? What you want right now? What up right now?
even words talking about it Dona??t wanna talk about how he broke my heart Dona??t wanna talk about how we fell apart So many other things
Hector Ormano is my favorite boxer He goes smasho and everyone cheers He turns big men into whimpering cowards He's so strong and how I adore him 'Cause
So many words for the broken heart It's hard to see in the crimson love So hard to breathe Walk with me and maybe Nights of light so soon become Wild
drop spot King and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox The posse was there, but it ain't right Fuckin' police lights Its all going down that road blocks I never seen that many
buy out the mall. But I'm gone. I'm on the next bus, next club, next slut, next fuck fucking the next one, next up Legs up. How many girls I done hit
Now, baby, yeah Oh, baby, ooh, ooh Hit the road You can't live here no more Hit the road, go, oh Hit the road You can't live here no more Hit the road
feels the way I do about you now And all the roads we have to walk are winding And all the lights that lead us there are blinding There are many things
road That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road code I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road
born land Dreaming by the sky The scent of colors In the flowers Believe it's small In many ways It holds the key That divides the super powers This road
