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burst your mind and cracks your bones

V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M
V E N O M, yeah

This is our hell and that's the way we live
Your eyes transfixed by
else's

Baby got lost on Highway 5 and called my name out loud
Said she broke down and cried about how we can't 
live apart
And all the people they
to understand

When mama prayed, good things happen
When mama prayed, lives were changed
Not much more than five foot tall
But mountains big and small crumbled
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
Well I'm runnin down the road about a hundred and five 
Don't care if I live, I just wanna die 
Searching for a gal who wants to keep me alive
love
Talk about love
Talk about love

You know I live down by the highway
And the cars roll by all night
While I ask the stars where the hell you
got lost on highway 5 and called my name out loud said she broke down and cried about we can't live apart
and all the people they were driving by
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
Yeah, D-Block
Styles P, you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah
Let's go

You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position
nine
Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you
Jesus Christ boy, one

Yeah, D-Block
Styles P you wit me dog?
Hell yeah, let's
Everytime the tire sounds the bell
Jj's back at home by five in the evening
With his wife his kids and his beer
He'll say he likes his life
But guaging by his
the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways and wearin', wearin' a frown
Hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody say
That's
I woke her up twice in the middle of the night
To ask what her name is and where she might live
To ask how many fingers she saw in this light
thinkin about it.
I can't tell you how to live your life, All I can do is try to live my life(oh
Yeah)
I'm just rollin down the highway, thinkin about,
out a quarter to five

You could eat supper with any family you liked


They laid a highway a few years back

Next town over by the railroad track

Some
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
you are
Got a big old house, about 50 cars
And the ones I drive, what a hell of a ride
Built for a player when I lean to the side
My shit so dank,
and trapped by the blues
Baby, I'm sick of these blues

I'm gonna get outta hell in my dodge
Can't take this anymore
Gonna go downtown pick up my girl
yourself a favor
And just leave me the hell alone?

Alright
Alright, alright
Go on and live your life tonight
I'm fine, man, I'm doin' alright
Never
I could be a patriot if I could see
But the T.V. talkin' man make no sense to me 
And I don't know where our savior lives
And I don't know where my
Can't you see that I am me
I'll be waiting by the window
I'll be heading for the door

I was driving down highway eighty-five, yeah
Had to pull off
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

Iv
She twisted her hands
asks you
Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
You're from a pitch black toilet
In a highway Taco Bell

I'll remember the birth
For the rest
the Louisiana bayou

About forty five minutes southeast of Tippidoe Louisiana
Live a man called Doc Millsap and his pretty wife Hannah
Well they raised up
your mind.
By the wayside we fell.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."

It's your decision, choose it well.
He said, "It's my way