Highway Lyrics

Cruisin' down the highway, smokin' kush might be too high to drive

160 on the dash, might crash this bitch just to feel alive

Anotha' cigarette, postpone the fact that I'm closin' my eyes

Long road ahead for sure, not certain, think that I'm makin' good time

Cruisin' down the highway, smokin' kush might be too high to drive

160 on the dash, might crash this bitch just to feel alive

Anotha' cigarette, postpone the fact that I'm closin' my eyes

Long road ahead for sure, not certain, think that I'm makin' good time

Well, I'm gettin' married to the mic, not you girl, shit, I'm already sick of the lies

Told you just be honest and you fibbed then too, sayin' that you would try and you'd try

I'm learning self-control, I don't even really need a piece of your pie

Oh me, oh my

Fuck bein' neutral, I'm stayin' in drive

Whole crew dedicated, even my transmission stays on its grind

Maybe I should fix that, put it on the list amongst the rest of my problems

I could really use a break where the Kit Kats, Finally got a seat up at the table

They pullin' my card, can't see where the chips at

Never put another man down before

If you try and take what's mine

You'll be hearin' that click-clack, fitted blown off, wig inched back

Rumor has it some I thought were friendly been closet foes

If they had the control, opportunity knocks and the deadbolt would roll

They've been judgin' me, which sounds a little bit odd to me

I've known them for a long-ass time, last time I checked, they far from godly

Ooh, check em on that

Caught em' red-handed, now these motherfuckers out here talkin plea

If you ain't with this movement, don't talk to me

I'm about to pop up with Lebron's mom in a drop-top, feelin' like Delonte West

Take my talents to South Beach from this village, in the stick out west

Might be too confident, Kan-york West

Cruisin' down the highway, smokin' kush,might be too high to drive

160 on the dash, might crash this bitch just to feel alive

Anotha' cigarette, postpone the fact that I'm closin' my eyes

Long road ahead for sure, not certain, think that I'm makin' good time

Cruisin' down the highway, smokin' kush might be too high to drive

160 on the dash, might crash this bitch just to feel alive

Anotha' cigarette, postpone the fact that I'm closin' my eyes

Long road ahead for sure, not certain, think that I'm makin' good time