On the Road - Protoje

I say the movement moving

That’s why I’m moving moving through

Like I do

Why you crying girl, I not lying girl

I said I’m on the road making dough

When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do

What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you

But you know I love to hear my baby go

When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi

know)

I’m trying to make my money baby

So I can have my baby money so baby momma don’t blame me

And since I been my mummy’s baby

I been writing knowing that one day this thing go pay me

So in class I was lazy, always a wish fi get so busy

Pon the rhymes said it was crazy

Initially then I just wanted to know this lady

'Til I grow to love her and she grow to hate me

I say the marriage ship sank

Fi me walk the aisle come in like pirate a walk plank

I couldn’t jump in the deep end even though these feelings did deepen

I couldn’t cease with the…

Why you crying girl, I not lying girl

I said I’m on the road making dough

When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do

What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you

But you know I love to hear my baby go

When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi

know)

Never know she coulda meet up with a another brother

That she woulda rather kick it all night with

Have a feeling she understand the reasoning say the music a me healing

And she alright with it

Spend her time, tell her thoughts pon my mind, my concerns of this kind

She responds like this

Preliminary she a tell me say she very contrary to the one dem wah

She see me yesterday with

And I find it hard to find a broad abroad like wah me find a Yard

Body deh foreign, the mind deh yah

Money short and dem time deh hard so lyrics tight every time record

Why you crying girl, I not lying girl

I said I’m on the road making dough

When you start it touch my heart but yeah I’m just doin' wah me haffi do

What’s it worth to you, know it hurt you

But you know I love to hear my baby go

When I’m leaving that’s the reason, this a just sup’n wah you haffi know (haffi

know)

I’m trying to make my money baby

So I can have my baby money so baby momma don’t blame me

And since I been my mummy’s baby

I been writing knowing that one day this thing go pay me

So in class I was lazy, always a wish fi get so busy

Pon the rhymes said it was crazy

Initially then I just wanted to know this lady

'Til I grow to love her and she grow to hate me