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On The Way Video (MV)




Performed By: Joel Laskey
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Joel Laskey III




Joel Laskey - On The Way Lyrics




I'm from a place where the doubters accept it
Everybody talks shit cause they think you'll forget it
Rumors circulate and you think you could dead it
But everybody speculates the directions you're headed
The mad man is back come on fam get back
I got the mac click clack they in line collat
I sip gin & jack I'm on one relax
I'm in love with plaques, I rock black on black
Made a habit addressing the wrong rumors
I swear that I'm not sick, I swear there are no tumors
To all of my ex girls your mothers are all cougars
All of yall might hate me but all of yall f*cked losers
Love and tall tales I promise its all fake
Give me five years I promise I'll be great
I'm eager to break records I'm eager to meet Drake
I'm blazing my own trail I told you I can't wait

Out the way, bitch from LA
Not from around but she came out to play
On a mission, I'm him for the day
Got work in the morning she wants me to stay
Fly to a city, bright lights with the fame
John McClain, stay out the lane
Quick with a bitch like I'm quick with the games

I'm on one, muscle it make a strong one
Hit em with a flex and my brother I get em long gone
Born up with a face like that you must've spawned wrong
I don't mind chewing my beats it's sum to naw on
One of you showed your hand so nice try
The day I turned my back was the day that the beef died
Part of me knows that's wrong but that's life
Done with the charades and I'm done with the nice guy
Keep smoking it's getting harder to breathe
My body keeping it cool I'm rocking 90 degrees
The marijuana can burn I wrap it up in a leaf
Dump ashes into an urn or ruin another tree
Decisions to be made I dial it up quick
Sneak up into yo party I'm talkin to yo chick
She thinking I sell keys she thinking I sell bricks
But baby I'm too handsome to be f*cking with the shit

Out the way, bitch from LA
Not from around but she came out to play
On a mission, I'm him for the day
Got work in the morning she wants me to stay
Fly to a city, bright lights with the fame
John McClain, stay out the lane
Quick with a bitch like I'm quick with the games
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I'm from a place where the doubters accept it
Everybody talks shit cause they think you'll forget it
Rumors circulate and you think you could dead it
But everybody speculates the directions you're headed
The mad man is back come on fam get back
I got the mac click clack they in line collat
I sip gin & jack I'm on one relax
I'm in love with plaques, I rock black on black
Made a habit addressing the wrong rumors
I swear that I'm not sick, I swear there are no tumors
To all of my ex girls your mothers are all cougars
All of yall might hate me but all of yall f*cked losers
Love and tall tales I promise its all fake
Give me five years I promise I'll be great
I'm eager to break records I'm eager to meet Drake
I'm blazing my own trail I told you I can't wait

Out the way, bitch from LA
Not from around but she came out to play
On a mission, I'm him for the day
Got work in the morning she wants me to stay
Fly to a city, bright lights with the fame
John McClain, stay out the lane
Quick with a bitch like I'm quick with the games

I'm on one, muscle it make a strong one
Hit em with a flex and my brother I get em long gone
Born up with a face like that you must've spawned wrong
I don't mind chewing my beats it's sum to naw on
One of you showed your hand so nice try
The day I turned my back was the day that the beef died
Part of me knows that's wrong but that's life
Done with the charades and I'm done with the nice guy
Keep smoking it's getting harder to breathe
My body keeping it cool I'm rocking 90 degrees
The marijuana can burn I wrap it up in a leaf
Dump ashes into an urn or ruin another tree
Decisions to be made I dial it up quick
Sneak up into yo party I'm talkin to yo chick
She thinking I sell keys she thinking I sell bricks
But baby I'm too handsome to be f*cking with the shit

Out the way, bitch from LA
Not from around but she came out to play
On a mission, I'm him for the day
Got work in the morning she wants me to stay
Fly to a city, bright lights with the fame
John McClain, stay out the lane
Quick with a bitch like I'm quick with the games
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Writer: Joel Laskey III
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