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Road less traveled, I'll ride This revolver by my side Sweet speed of cocaine Friends deep in the dope game Well Mama I don't think I'm gone Think I'm ever gonna make it back home To you This city is a symphony That never seems to be in key I've tasted every sin Spit 'em out and tried again Well Mama I don't think I'm gone Think I'm ever gonna make it back home To you I'll hold myself accountable For everything that I have done Constant heat beneath my feet I guess a glimpse of what's to come Well Mama I don't think I'm gone Think I'm ever gonna make it back home To you Letras de canciones Well Mama I don't think I'm gone Think I'm ever gonna make it back home Well Mama I don't think I'm gone Think I'm ever gonna make it back home To you From Letras Mania