Higher Road
D.C. on my mind
Can we go back in time?
I would be there
Not on your mind
But we tried
It’s hip hop drifting
From the rooftop
Singing songs
Dreaming of the big time
Now I think
I’m leading you on
It’s hard thoughts
Coming from the inside
Somewhere
We can agree on
Things that seem
To only be wrong
Higher road
Drive South 95
Sun in my eyes
Picked the wrong time
You, me on the balcony
Our last goodbye