Dkoshe - Hit the road

I came in late, but I stayed on time Cold on my face, but I kept that fire Old chain clink when I shift my weight New day hit, I don't hesitate

You move like a storm in a glass-cut room I can feel that pull when you step in tune

Black truck parked by the loading door I don't talk much, I want more

Hold that look, hold that line Don't let go when I step inside

If you want it, say it plain I don't fold, I don't break Break, break, break, break, break