Lyrics:
as fuck, pussy
All y'all hoes bummy
Your bitch ain't on the way
But your hoe coming
You'd think she owe me
By the way she tell me hold something
All my money
with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out for who, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, baby blue
The highway is for gamblers,
Hey, hey
What's that you say?
I said, "an empty highway
Will make you feel okay"
It's getting warmer as the rain comes now
Teal helenite eyes
Try them
don't have a chance at rapping
Man, you must be capping
I got flow like a ocean do
Leave effects like a potion brew
Stir you up until you're feeling blue
with them big chips with the bird lady and the Benzes (Benzes)
It's the fly away
Fly fly away
Or you can hit the highway
That's the only way that
gun
Crying like a fire in the Sun
Look out baby, the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, baby blue
The highway is for gamblers
Better use
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
even mean I'm down
It's over
When you kick out the sea
And the sun says goodbye
There is nothing much to speak of
Getting down, down
(It's all
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
that's what I'm gon do
I'm glad you called, cause I've been blue
I've been waiting for it to be just us two
You been on my mind
I just wanna call you mine
the flesh, I hope you feelin me
Now what you think about a nigga living off his dreams
Man I'm tryna live it off my dreams
Getting paid in a way they know
getting tired
Hanging on this wire
Waiting for the day I have to choose
Cursed by love so dire
One more boy for hire
One more boy to lend a hand to you
Is
the feds
Got it full of lead, don't make us pop you in the head
Because we runnin' on the highway, pushin' them thangs
With the chick givin' pranks,
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
brother
If you ever loved your mother
Please pull off on the shoulder
If you're goin' Milwaukee way
It's ten degrees and getting colder
Down by Boulder
let me tell you how it really goes
I'm on the highway with a black bandana, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard WOOP WOOP, that "Sound of Da Police",
counting blue faces yeah
Getting high with the gang
In the night i'm growing out these fangs
This fast life ain't a fucking game
Bitch can you hang, can you
blue hunnits
Err'Body round me getting money
Step in the building we stunting
You haters aint talking bout nothing
20 bands all blue hunnits
Err'Body
you've been spitting so much
You done forgot what living was
What the fuck am I doing I'm never getting up
Stay in bed gun to head nothings said it's
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Tell me what you wanna do
Counting money my bills blue
Counting money
on the billboard in the field
Near the big old highway
I guess I'm getting bolder 'cause I'd rather kiss and hold her
Than just keep a-lookin' at her every day
over again
Before you know it, you're not where you've been
Each of us only gets one trip
So make sure that you live
We only have one life
And it's
hardly ever gets me down
[Chorus]
I'm getting used to blue
I'll get used to getting over you
I've been knocked around a time or two
I'm getting
If the whole world was watching
I'd still dance with you
Through highways and byways
I'd be there with you
Over and over, the only truth
Everything
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