Gypsy - OverTime, Rayne of Havik

I’ve lived that life of a broken road

But I came up right in a broken home

And my Mama ain’t never done nothin wrong

And I learned from my Daddy what’s right and wrong

But I chose my path full of broken bones

And I got my scars from the open road

And I came from the bottom of the totem pole

But I’m here now

You ain’t gotta cry no more

I’ve made my mark and I’m here to stay

I’ve came a long damn way from minimum wage

I’m in a new damn city like every day

They tell me that I won’t ever escape

But I made it out that trailer house

And my suitcase out that pickup truck

I’m a gypsie on that interstate

I’m a free bird and and open bookk

You could tell me that I’m never gonna change the world

Like I never did write that follow hit

Like I never went gold or platinum

Like I came so close but I bottled it

Cause I never would sign that record deal

I’m an outlaw, but I ain’t ever have to steal

I got more love for my dignity

All I ever wanted was to keep it real

Every night I’m moving on the road

Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Soul

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

I’m from a place where

You couldn’t point on a map

Try to put me in a box

But I’m good where I’m at

When I’m sittin on the bus

And I’m tryna lay back

And I’m thinkin bout life and the time that we had

And I’m finally on the road

But I’m still fucked up

From the call that I got, when I first woke up

So I stay on the grind so I’m not choked up

Gotta get it how I get it cause I got tough luck

And I’m on now

Gotta go state to state

And I’m runnin out of sand no time to waste

I make three phone calls back home in a week

And that’s a problem

But I really gotta get sleep

Man I travel all day just to make ends meet

Maybe shake your hand in a meet and greet

I’m a gypsy soul, hear the angels speak

To the man in the mirror

With the same blue jeans, that I’m on

Hand to the bible

Think about God when I think about survival

Brand new day with the same old title

I don’t know where I’ma be tomorrow

Not at the bank where all our time gets spent

I can tell you right now boyt the vibe I’m in

I’m a rambler, tell me where my mind has ben

With the finest gin, and a violin

Every night I’m moving on the road

Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Soul

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Ima gypsy, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Started when I was really young, son

Talkin bout I’m being 14 but on the run

Made a promise that I’d make a different type of music

That gets you addicted and make it rush in your blood and I did that

I was moving too fast, at the time

I didn’t know what opportunities I did have

A record deal and its crashing down

And I packed up sound and I thought, never look back

There ain’t ever been another colder dark type of a low, when I’m stopping a

flow

Now who’s that?

Somebody bout to rise up from the pain and I don’t need a deal from you hoes

Why do I try to act like I’m impressing you?

Tell me why

Don’t ever wanna act like that, it’s not what I do

Its not what I do

Ima shine on all this light in me

I am I’ma kill the hate inside me

A gypsy

Every night I’m moving on the road

Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone

Ima gypsy

Ima gypsy

Ima gypsy

Ima gypsy

Every night I’m moving on the road

Seeing how far I’ve come yet I’m so alone

Ima gypsy

Ima gypsy

Ima gypsy

The story of a gypsy soul