Lyrics:
Don't want a worry just the highway
I'll drive the night away
Til I see the light of day
This ain't no highway to hell
You better treat that engine well
Riding around everyday i'm with my dawgs
Most the time we chilling breakin highway laws
These crackas see us everywhere like catalogs
I'm smoking
crying when he chillin down in hell
They hear XANG and start to fill up rooms like school ringing a bell
Highway swervin' I'm serving the packs of mail
along the highway and rot away like some old high-line pole
Rest this ramblin' fever in my soul
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
disaster
But I'm rolling with the punches now
Gotta get on by, baby, somehow
I drive right down the highway so I can feel free
Put my hand and heart
and I
Lit up by the moon
We swam up that lagoon
The sky was booming green and blue
That's when I kissed you
It was getting cold
You wanna take me home
I
GONNA STOP BY JIM’S AND TELL HIM
FINALLY THAT I AM ON MY WAY
I’M LONG GONE….LONG GONE
I’M LONG GONE….LONG GONE
I’M LONG GONE….GONE GONE GONE…..
HIGHWAY
Written By: Mason Horne, James Slater
It’s another ride to a place I’ve never seen
The white lines I'm chasing run away like my dream
She was
appetite?
(Hell nah) Keep on pushing like a dealer (say what?)
(Hell nah) Keep on shooting, Reggie Miller (say what?)
(Hell nah) Go and give 'em all
mare
If you see me go by, put up a prayer"
Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day
Eastward, long down the broad highway
His spirit was tired
This life goes by so damn fast
It feels just like a blur
Of the places we just drove on past
and the people that we were.
I set cruise control on my
packed
They had fat asses wall to wall and back to back
Imagine that, it was a hell of a scene
Either that or it was a hell of a dream, ya heard me
They
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Wolves in the night yo hells men
Two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz push it to the limit
Buck sixty who wit' me? My (?) to well
can do."
He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Ok, bet."
Never knew where he stayed at
He walked down the street,
forgiveness
Argue wit my bitch but ain
Gone play wit you niggas
Traumatized by a lot of shit
Sick and tired of a lot of shit
Dat shit brazy how shit change
Well I was sitting at a roadhouse down on Highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I knew you didn't see me I was in
Well I was sitting at a roadhouse down on Highway 41
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I knew you didn't see me I was in
the highway in the truck
All by herself
In the passenger seat
Volume up
Windows down
Polishing her toenails
Singing and tapping her feet
My sweetheart left me
and tie
I tailor made it for you then
Told Khalifa he loves you
I'm really stuck on this bumpy ride
Highway to hell 'less I flip
Through a demon's TV-guide
you should be
From the hills, from the shore
Ride the wind to my door
Turn the highway to dust
Break the law if you must
Move the world, only just
songs
Think I'm on the highway to Hell
Ain't going no where slow
Why you stepping on my toes
You don't even belong on this road
Always tryna
back up
Ain't that a slut (HELL YEA) she even take it in the butt
Fuck for bout a hour, now she want a golden shower
You didn't know that we be pissin
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin' head on the highway
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