Lyrics:
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
the way, I'm in my Peterbilt
(Peterbilt)
Drive a hundred miles, past the landfill
(Landfill) step in front this truck
You gon' get killed (Get killed)
I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred
I'm in a T.I
Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I (uh-huh)
Rock tons of gold, enough money I fold
Roll the way you wanna roll, break a hundred
Your vocals are the fuel
To my vehicle
The jewels To my smile
Your Lightning strikes but we can't hear it
Keep in mind
5 seconds a mile
Your shit was
take her home
She want to go paradise
(Paradise)
Rippin' and running' to find a thrill
100 miles (100 Miles)
She want a fade away and just forget
the heat, burn down the street
My hoes love to earn my keep
It's only five miles left, so I whipped it
Skipped it, lifted it and overdrive
Straight onto
The Cadillac doin' 'bout ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumper rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis town
way
Ain't no describing this high that I'm riding with you
But let me try to
It's a hundred miles an hour down a dirt road with your eyes closed
Dancing
Hundred miles they're running
Anthony and the Johnsons
Listening to 'em while I'm rolling my weed up
Get humble by the simple fact that
I'm rolling this
at a 135 miles per hour,
(Voom) there he goes now, car number 3, (voom) 4, (voom) 5.
A wreck!
A wreck in the park turn, a man skidding around,
Out
hundred on the dash
You Better
Move
Haters wanna see me
Lose
Can't walk a mile in my
Shoes
They wanna see me wit the
Blues
I'm fucking bitches by the
Two's
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I have gone
And I'm five hundred miles from our home
Five hundred miles left to go, and I don't
but all of this is what it's worth
I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state
Trucks, cars and interstates
Cops and people running late
It
Five hundreds miles I wrote five years still going still nearly broke, okay
In and out of my jobs, fuck, just wanna get rich so I stress out no more
Do
bikes cruiser an crotch rockets grooms an pocket rockets you ridin or you hidin 100 miles per hour plus when we be slidin 100 deep we Sliden!! 12 can’t
It'll rush right by you
You lived a lie for five hundred days
When all you had to say was
The truth
Look at all those things
You've got on your sleeve
ninety-five,
She's bumper to bumber rollin' side by side.
Maybellene, why can't you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can't you be true?
You've started back doing
smile
Get you a
Soft touch got you real wild
Got your heart beating at a hundred miles
It's just time
Passing by
'Til ya say hello and ya look in
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