Lyrics:
The highways that wind and wander
Over mountains, valleys, and deserts, and plains --
Ahh, I guess I've drove about all of them,
‘Cause for the past
for A fool
Protecting my energy something like Parachute
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh Oh oh oh
Oluwa de my back oh
I can never lose oh
Can't shame us
Tonight I play dead
Shivers running down my spine
As I'm pierced by the eyes of somebody of my kind
And the eyes are blind
Howls above my head
Will there be
FeeI like it's no way out
Keep on walking down the road
Times passing me by
Dealing with the lows
So I'm trying to get high
But I done came a long way
to a-street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
Everything I do yeah it's all for you
When you fall down I could be your parachute
You're a bright light you just need to know it's true
Angel numbers in my
quite out
I got me a fighter's heart
Been down before but not anymore
Something good has got to start
Day by day
Don't let em get you down you down
Day
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
I'm out on the highway, just about a mile away
Meet me out in the driveway
I'm gonna be there soon
I'll swing by and pick you up
Don't bother
Concord Grape Juice on a Concorde
Done lots of birds but she
Acting like a condor
Something like my money I'll pile it
I'm ill printed born way
hoped
We're driving down the highway
Looking for the exit
Where we can see a show
And stop having to speak slow
Not sure if I can make it
My words are
hard feelings baby but you go home today
Huh got to get the bag each and every day
Still getting money by them loads
Huh hitting highways with the dope
and we lookin' for trouble like we hit a loadout
Better run for yo life I'll be breakin' you down like an eighth of loud, you gettin' smoked out
Yo
is bout to bounce you something new
But I ain’t trusting what you say
You a god damn liar
Imma speak the fucking truth and that your life is satire hoe
Back down I ascend
Until I'm gon with the wind
Burning once again
I finally came to grips that it's out of my hands
Learn how to handle when it
Whenever I find myself fallin into my habits You were the one who stopped my world from crashing down Whenever I lost my way and feel that I've just
a parachute, gripping that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King in the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up
a parachute, gripping that pole again
I'm on that oil again, yeah, yeah
Candy in the cup, gotta get paid
King in the streets, young nigga made
Sprayin' up
Higher and higher
Blast Off
One way highway
Drive by sideways
Lights in the rearview
But I got a clear view
I can see through the truth
It felt so
attracted by the philosophy
Theory of evolution and mixed it in with ecology
I heard the Word, but never checked the etymology
The white man’s religion from
Sometimes I wanna getaway getaway
Or slow it down just a pace
Smoke a blunt of loud to the face
Turn my music loud adjust the bass
Million
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
The highways that wind and wander over mountain and valleys deserts and plains
I guess I've drove about all of 'em
Cause for the past 25 years now
Stay in across my yard
And laying down my hair brush
Back within my window seat and find
That you're moving on in backroads
By the rivers of my memory
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