Lyrics:
on the field
Say its a problem they comin to kill
Don't give a fuck how none of yall feel
Thought it was over
We just getting here for real
Sleil let you know
Getting stoned every once in a while
Thinking about it now just makes me smile
And if I could I'd do it all over again
The way it was back then
The way it
town
I'm singing the blues
Drivin' eighty-five on the highway
Thank God it's Friday
'Cause I would be sideways if
I don't see you
Drivin' eighty-five
it on me dawg 'cause I'm getting that
Try to take it pussy and I promise you, you getting whacked
Ain't in the way, get out my way when you doing
Now I'm packed up in a U-Haul, tryna move on
Thinking, what did I do wrong
Everything's blue, but it isn't like it used to be
Not like when you would
feel
'Cause I took the red pill, and you took the blue pill
You smart, I got it on me, I got it on me
Never leave the house without it, I'm by myself
as the trucks passed by out on the highway
And then two grim highway patrolmen came into the place,
Shook the rain from their hats and as the poor girl
Brought
My dogg used to pull up in a '99 GS-300
Fresh up off the highway with the higher power how you want it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only
taking our own sweet time!"
We walked on out that highway under a clear blue sky,
I's listening to the tales he told, drinking warm red wine.
'Bout
what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin'
And just hand
rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck
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
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
on the porch Alan Wilson by his side
Mike Bloomfield Howlin' Wolf, blues sets your soul on fire
Red on blues, the sunshine of love
Red on blues face the highway
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
Packed up and ready to go
Heard of some grave sites, out by the highway,
A place where nobody knows
drive, stay in your bed
What's that shit you're driving? Looks like a shed
Ahh this is the highway
I'll never get it my way
Never come here on a Friday
girl all over me
Floating on a highway
Bitch, I'm playing GTA
Run you over, out the way
Not a pirate, playing spades
Spitting fire like I'm Ace
I know
over again
And all those old emotions came raining out of the blue
Just when I thought I'd stopped lovin you
Oh I hate you for makin me crazy
So why is
(Tay Keith) run that back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, "pick up that bag", right?
If you ain't getting money, what you
Are you tired of hanging out in your car
And getting sweated by the boys in blue?
Tired of getting shot by your best friend and not receiving
Any
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
skies are blue
Getting closer to you
And I've been gone for far too long
Home
You feel like home to me
No place I'd rather be than home
Home
You feel like
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
Rocking in two by two
Well, if you feel you like it
Go get your lover and reel and rock it
Roll it over and move on up now
Go for cover and reel
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