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Roads
Hip-Hop/Rap
Roads was released on May 1, 2026 by TYE TOWN LLC as a part of the album Roads - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelTYE TOWN LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM57

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tye Town
Tye Town
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Townsend
Tyrone Townsend
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tye Town
Tye Town
Producer

Lyrics

Let me take you on a road less taken
Could’ve been a hustler, could’ve been a kingpin,
Could’ve dropped out, and blew up like Kanye,
Could’ve had a kid cause I wasn’t really thinking,
Had hoop dreams I was too short,
Instead of the NBA, should’ve got my MBA,
Got locked up, for something I didn’t do,
Met the girl once didn’t even know her name,
Who am I to blame,
I was too black for the whites, too white for the blacks,
So I sat by myself,
Watching all the cliques, wishing that I had one,
Sitting here alone, wishing I was someone else,
But everybody path got pot holes,
Way too many roads don’t know where to go,
But isn’t that life,
Every little step that you take got a price,
Tell me which road should I take,
The one for the fame or the one for the wealth,
Tell me which road should I take,
Tryna read this map think I need a little help,
Tell me which road should I take,
Speeding down a one way and I pray don’t crash,
Tell me which road should I take,
Cause life is moving fast,
Tell me which road should I take,
On the block all day, tryna serve these feinds,
Tell me which road should I take,
I was only 5’5 still had hoop dreams,
Tell me which road should I take,
Speeding down a one way and I pray don’t crash,
Tell me which road should I take,
Cause life is moving fast,
In a crossroads,
Can’t read a map that’s not on my phone,
Looking for a path I could call my own,
On the road of life, take another stroll,
Cause I rather be you somedays,
Rather be you sometimes,
I don’t wanna write these lines,
But I’m tryna be timeless,
And I hope I find it, fore I lose my mind,
Who am I to blame,
I was too black for the whites, too white for the blacks,
So I sat by myself,
Watching all the cliques, wishing that I had one,
Sitting here alone, wishing I was someone else,
But everybody path got pot holes,
Way too many roads don’t know where to go,
But isn’t that life,
Every little step that you take got a price,
Written by: Tyrone Townsend
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