Loners Blvd - Tory Lanez

You got ya mind rocked, rollin' down Loners Blvd

You’ve got dreams, keep on dreaming

High school team, never got accepted

Guess it didn’t get to go how I expected

Now a nigga pissed

Steady lookin' at the bottom of the list like

«Where the fuck are my projections?»

Niggas like, «Next year Tory

It’s all good, you’ll be next year’s story»

Then I said «Man, you don’t even understand

Man, I’m droppin' out now, win it next year for me»

So I left, bus route to the bench down 53

Took the last dollar that I had for this dream

And I spent it on some 99 cents Micky D’s

Shit wasn’t doin' too fine

Then I made a call to this nigga named Rimes

Said he had a little studio and it wasn’t top-notch

But could damn near do the whole nine

So I said «Cool,» made a few songs in this shit

Stayed too long in this shit

But by the month, man, I was there so much niggas had to lay futons in this shit

Owe it to my aunt Suzanne

Drove to my first shows in your new Jetta

Always said one day I would be the man

I would just laugh like, «Who are you tellin', me?»

I’ma go far

I could still dream in this world full of stars

I could still scheme in this world full of narcs

If they could still scheme in them unmarked cars, so

I’ma dream, I’ma dream, dream

I’ma dream, dream like you said to me

Best words that was said to me

Best words that was said to me

Ten long miles, from a long way home

I’m headed downtown 'cause I’m workin' on this lil' mixtape

No fillers, no throwaway songs

Hopin' that this shit just go

Sadly for me, this shit didn’t

So I make another mixtape and another mixtape and another mixtape

'Til them niggas start sayin' shit’s hittin'

Then I meet a guy named Sascha

Tells me he’s thinkin' 'bout takin' up management

Say he got a million dollar empire on his mind, he just need the artist to plan

it with

He also say he throw shows out in Texas and maybe I should open up for one

And I say «Cool man,» he books me the next flight out like I’m showin' up for

somethin'

I land down in Houston around nine, warehouse live

Was my worst show ever

Niggas damn near got booed off stage

I performed like my first show ever

Women in the crowd wouldn’t scream for a nigga

Niggas in the crowd they was kotched up down

Bad enough niggas let Bun B watch

But I felt like I let Sascha down, this shit was live on stage, dog

That night felt like a nigga had the whole world on my shoulders

Twenty years old tryna find a warm spot in this world gettin' colder

Then he came to me like, «Dog, I could put money on this, bet a hundred on this»

Gives me a few tips for the next night setlist

Says, «Dog, you gon' run it on this» and it all works out

It’s a big world

The bigger your dream, the bigger you’re livin' it

It’s all in your mind

Don’t let nobody fuck up your high

It’s a big world

The bigger your dream, the bigger you’re livin' it

It’s all in your mind

Don’t let nobody fuck up your high

Father, I lift up my son, I lift up anyone that travels with him and by his

speed I pray that you go ahead of him… I assign angels right now to this

assignment and I declare Father that they will go before you to make straight

his path, I command that every crooked path would be made straight,

every rough place would be made smooth, every obstacle, every barricade,

every blockade, every conspiracy, every trap, right now is destroyed and

removed out of his way in the name of Jesus.

And I thank you that it is written

that goodness and love and mercy, form all the things of our life…