Lyrics:
been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
Been up the thruway, down the thruway
Up the thruway, down
to you
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
Been up thruway, down thruway
Up thruway, down
been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
Been up the thruway, down the thruway
Up the thruway, down
been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
Been up the thruway, down the thruway
Up the thruway, down
been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
I've been grindin'
I've been grindin' so long
Been up the thruway, down the thruway
Up the thruway, down
bridge
I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
And then she comes down a thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread
Well, if I go down
on the river bridge
I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
And then she comes down the thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread
Well, if I
bridge
I'm all cracked up on the highway and in the water's edge
And then she comes down a thruway, ready to sew me up with a thread
Well, if I go down
and get in the freak way
Shit! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do
I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they
I'm on the Thruway
My belt's in the crib on the floor by my two-way
Now I'm trying to hold my hammer up, and my pants too
If they don't kill me, they
Westchester Thruway
That triple octane won't
contain the empty feeling, in Dolby's heart...
Same old insecurity
Strap him into his carseat
And the sump
and get in the freak way
Shit! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do
and get in the freak way
Shit! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do
and get in the freak way
Shit! We could get in on three way (Oh)
Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep)
We superstars no Lupe, we could do
I've got a lot of 65 where I live in New York, right, at the thruway. I passed a cop recently. Let me explain the situation. The cop was doing 65 in
the left is mine
On the highways and the thruways and the biways
There's a hundred million Mack trucks all going my way
I guess in trucker school they
George has got to get his
Looking for a pocket for his 50 dollar bills
Looking for a thruway to his thrills
On the train ride back to Baltimore
a new way
In a rest room in a rest stop on the thruway
She calls up her parents
And admits with embarrassment
She was wrong
Speaking of your mother
MINE!
On the highways and the thruways and the byways
There's a hundred million Mack trucks
And they're all going my way
Old ladies in their blue
a thruway
Here's the word it's be blasé
Riding on the streetcar
Not going very far
Someone pats me on the head
Someone who I thought was dead
Says,
