Lyrics:
to break
In the middle of the highway
VERSE 2
Right now I just need to think about myself
A place when all the tears can dissipate
Sometimes by
Black slate hair hovered with the wind
Imaginations caving in
Temptation traveled through the sin
In the horizon
As you passed by without clue
All I
get thirsty for me
Friday, we got fried on the highway
Saturday, that's when she sat on my face
Sunday, we in church fresh no runway
Hoping one day we
underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you
In the long, hot, thirsty summer of about 32 A.D.
Along a dusty highway, there came a man of Galilee
And as he went through Samaria, he stopped
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when he'll appear
All await, engine's ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear
Wheels!
Television on
Cut off by a truck
Took 'em out like a homicide
Peedin' on the Highway Zero, yeah
'cause
bigger deal in the back
It was burning got setup
Uhh, where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I?
Yo, it's ill
Yo, my wife's tired of fucking me
Life tries ducking me
Luckily, I find 'em
time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
Lil nigga what ya life like
I got real niggas on my left my right
Highway to hell make sure you strapped up tight
It get hot as hell when they don't
Runnaz lyrics
Hook x2
Hit the highway my niggas
Yea they all runners 200K 300K
Nigga let’s talk numbers
Hit the highway my niggas yea they all
Yea nigaa overstand yea
Nigga Im just saying I almost died trying to get rich
Risked my life on that highway I was sliding around with them bricks
Cabin on the back, pissin' on 24
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
Driving by my own rules
Well, I crowned myself the king of the highway
Man, I
This is my song, yeah
This is my song, yeah, yeah
This is my song and I'm dancin' with the Devil
On a highway to hell in the middle of the road
I'm in a Benz , speed racing
On the highway, lane switching
Going to hell , cause I'm sippin
Don't even know what I'm mixing
Winning in life's
up three steps in heaven
Well on the highway to hell
And I know it'll be a while
Before I say goodbye
'Cause I know you're looking well
It was
Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$Hort Dawg, I
know how we do it yeah
I recorded this in my Larry June hoodie
Omaha to North Carolina
Highway all goodie
I don't trust my mama
Hell yeah
I'm gone be
The years fly by, it's true
You climb in a cannon
You light up the fuse
And right before the big boom
We realize just how much we stand lose
The highway winds
I am right now
I'm on a highway outta hell-bent
Just past life ain't fair
Two exits back, there was a road called
Change for good this time, I
DAY
And the apocalypse is raining
Raining down
On this car crash hell highway
But when karma kicks your ass to the ground
It's still a good day
A good
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
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