Chorus (Timbaland)
I've been travelin' for some time (some time, some time)
With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine (bottle of shine, bottle of shine)
On these long dark dusty roads (dusty roads, dusty roads)
I'm lookin, there's no where to go
I guess i gotta hide away, far away
Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way
Cuz i gotta hide away, far away
Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Verse 1
I left out from mama's with my thumb in the wind
The leaves on the ground, winter's comin' again
Solid on the surfaces, I crumble within
But legends are made out of honorable men
So on the brink of death I still manage livin' life
Cuz so rarely in this world are these chances givin twice
I indeed sold my soul without glancin at the price
No instructions when i was handed this device
But with what i did give I was more than generous
Put others over self on several instances
But i'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness
And one way or another I shall have deliverance
So I say...
Chorus x1
Verse 2
Can you recall a time people loved you unconditionally
Toast in the new south,
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