Lyrics:
Chilling on the sofa, sofa
Should've met when sober, sober
Our feelings getting colder, colder
Can't help but think it's over, over
Chilling
your cup 'til it runneth over, Holy Grail
Uh, Blue told me remind you niggas
Uh, fuck that shit y'all talkin' about, I'm the nigga
Uh, caught up in
and asked me can he search?
Hell naw, officer you know how much I'm worth?
I'm worth a million
High speed chase, going down 85
Blue and white lights
If you're want meet up meet me right down by the holler
Got a 12 pack of beer, sitting way over yonder
Let's get drunk, I'll try my luck
I'm down by
dream life on the beat I got blue dream up in my cloud
Been down
Oh your music getting sold now
Have you ever heard the dope sounds
Homie really you a pro
to the folks getting relentlessly fucked
By the red, white, and blue
By us, them, me and you
By some folks with too much time
By the assholes backin’ that ugly
tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way,
tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit the highway, making money the fly way
But there's got to be a better way!
A better way, better way,
to the bottom
Of the pool you're cleaning
You're shady
They were at war a one way with a GI Joe
What a lie
What a lie
Lie
Red river Maria
Over the highway lays
from the women
I'm givin' 'em lots of room
Thunder rolling over Clarksdale, everything is looking blue
I just can't be happy, love
Unless you
on the highway
Gotta have it my way
(Speed demon)
Mind is like a compass
I'm stoppin' at nothin'
(Speed demon)
"Pull over, boy, and get your ticket right"
on the highway
Gotta have it my way
(Speed demon)
Mind is like a compass
I'm stoppin' at nothin'
(Speed demon)
"Pull over, boy, and get your ticket right"
a brave new World
With just a handful of men
We'll start al over again
# I'm not trying to tell you what to be
Oh no , oh no not me
But if mankind is
by day
Cause I'm getting over you
I'm getting over you
Kansas City bound, no chance of turning around
I don't know what I'm gonna do, but take it day
to speak or look around
Your gloves and fan are on the ground
We're getting out of town
We're going on the run
And you're the one I want to come
Not
a sellout gonna do what?
Machete over their whole crew head, that's a crew cut
You never heard how we used to suit up, bring the brute out
And how these
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
fucking done and I bet you won't stay
The years passing by, I'm getting older
Feel like just yesterday, was getting over the pain
Yeah I was getting over
his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, baby blue
The highway is for gamblers, better use
at the table by myself
Ate my dinner and went to bed
Our future is gone
We're over and done
What did I do wrong
I gave it my best
You put me to rest
Did I not
on a highway, think I've hit a low
Puff slow
I think I passed the signs a long long time ago
Probably why you can catch me staring
Like I'm signing off
Truly I'm
then what part of you got hurt
In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt
Take my hand, baby we're over land
I know flying over water makes you cry
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
to counting up all these blue faces
Niggas acting like bitches
Little Tyler Perry's
Man you niggas scary
Getting money gotta do it daily
Don't talk for free,
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