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Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like

Law

Lupe Fiasco

Drogas Light

2017

the ride and floor it
Tell her she'll be safe with me
To the tellers in the safe with me
When the shooting starts, don't go with them
You should stay

Hotter than Hell's Kitchen
I lay my head where the shells ripping
Mama knew I was a threat so she named me Jason
Take your pick, either Bourne

than peanut butter
Feel like the Wayans I need my brothers
Chain too cold bet she'll need some covers
She come home with me, need rubbers
Send her

to leave you in suspension like NBA seasons, yuh
Soon as I find the one, she'll marry a Legend, yeah no Chrissy Teigen, aye
It's really strange like Eleven

could you be happy when you still broke and in the basement
Moving with caution like the name is Jason Bourne
Too slick too quick never see me coming if

I’m chasing for
I feel lost tryna find me like I’m like Jason Bourne
So what’s the reason y’all hating for
I’m just me
I think with logic
I’m modest
So

Blissful ignorace
"I'm not sentient, I'm not sentient"
Find yourself astray
"I've got value, I've got worth"
Bourne out of need
To do better, and do

impeccable, D.A Live's pedestal
Alter ego just keep getting better how
He's taking over final recall
He's Jason Bourne lookin for identity
He's in the building,

pissed
Sniper ting, shells on ring, and you know that I don't (aye)
And you know that I don't miss

Grenade, smoky smoky, and boogie bombs too (gas,

Who am I suppose to be
Who am I meant to be
Who am I suppose to be
Who am I meant to be
Meant to be

Like Bourne searching for myself
Jason living in

about how I felt
Yeah she got me out my element so I'm going back in my shell

Might hang myself with a Louie V belt just to flex on these niggas
Already

in Hell
God made you run through clips and shells
And said fuck you nigga, better save yourself
Said fuck you nigga, better save yourself
Fuck you

fuck that hoe like we do porn dripping my wrist yeah it’s pouring beat a bitch up like I’m Jason Bourne 
I might make it back in the morn car talk back