Lyrics:
i fuck em by twos
Im the man give a fuck about you
Yeah
I be trying with these bitches
That shit so crazy to me
Cus I say I love em and shit
They
around the corner? It's a drill (it's a drill)
All these blues on me, man, they thought I had a deal
I'm from the six, we don't do no drive-bys
Walk up
clear,
Got the wrong man now with guns to his head,
I light you up he took off and he fled.
A cloud of smoke you can't believe it's tru,
The officer spit
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
The homeless, who homes is
Toneless by the coldness
Involved in logos
Revolve the Volvo
Cholos in Polo’s
Who dozed in rose gold
Stroll through alone and I ride in
I'm not running away I'm just running
I never could sit still for very long
It's not the highway calling me Or the wild blue yonder
It's just
and sing.
Big city girl just pass on by,
got no time for me.
Lord, I said lord I'm workin' man,
workin' on the blues.
Lord I'm workin' man,
workin'
gave a damn
Man, they damn sure told you wrong
I've had ramblin' fever all along
Ramblin' fever
The kind that can't be measured by degrees
heart that's calling me from the blue
Children living in the streets where they play
While nearby an old man cries
Brother, can you, can you spare
kiss I no go tell
Baby na your body carry first
Make I love you
Make I love you
Ayaya yoh
One man down on the love highway
One man down in the love
of the homeless
Sometimes drunk, man the kid's always phoneless
Sleepin' on the street in a cardboard box
He's better off drinkin' than smokin' the rocks
Johnny
ever gonna change that
It's the way that I'm wired
It's the way that I'm set back
From the man in the mainstream
From a crown in the highway
I
a beard or a sword
Dear good all seeing being
My way or the highway Yahweh
The blue balled anti-masturbator
The great all-loving faggot hater
I'd like
rollin' to Hollywood, I'm doing the house of blues
About 9 o'clock stop by the record shop
And get that new Snoop Dogg, now we bouncing ball
Life is
Continental Trailways blues
Well rollin' out for Houston, man we're finally rollin' now
Try to get some sleep and listen to that highway sound
I guess
ain't motivated by money then get the fuck from round me
I was born in 93 i'm a real 90's baby
A long way from homeless shelters man how could you hate
of a homeless man
Freezin', his bed is the cold cement
On the corner, beggin' with an open hand
The weatherman said it's probably gonna snow again
But more
barstool
If you I didn't have you
If I didn't have you, I'd be lost on an old, lonesome highway
No ride or die by my side
If I didn't have you, I'd be
barstool
If you I didn't have you
If I didn't have you, I'd be lost on an old, lonesome highway
No ride or die by my side
If I didn't have you, I'd be
know
My mind is called away
By the highway screaming my name
And I think I might have heard
The highway callin' me, in the night
Yes, I think I
Uptown, barbers, ups, and bussdowns
155 by the highway
110th by the park, 25th on a Friday, nigga
No sleep, creep on the get back, get that bread, til we
Ayee
Topfivee
Yeah
Highway
Dashboard
Speeding
Switch lanes
Bad bitch
Eating
Gotta go get to the green gimme all the blue cheese, I want everything
from the blue
Unloaded all of his possessions
Sold his investments too
And now he lives with the homeless
Owns 900 hospital beds
He prefers to remain
High Cotton
Calling Louisiana gotta tell her the news
Operator get me Lake Charles
Gonna make a living out of singing the blues
Signing all
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