Scenic Lyrics

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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs

Called a devil based off my hair But 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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs

Called a devil based off my hair Life ain't fair, you pay that price or

You pay that fare Laissez-faire, live my life

I don't play about theirs Man, I care, damn who don't

Memento mori, goated quote Water of life, hit a clean breaststroke

I don't smoke everyday, but you can still toke I don't drink everyday, but I'm still gon' toast

You and the crew, Q in the future Knowledge and truth

Spent my shit, but I still recoup Stuck to the beat life rubber, I'm glue

Grey as a goose, tea bags, no duck duck Red bull in the cup, bruh

Somebody get mad, that's tough luck Ride by on this lifeline

Head first in high tides, I'm not fine Always searchin' for the right mind

I'm movin' less life like Starin' into my bright eyes

Tryin' to see if my light shine bounce a thought off the hive mind when I type write

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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs

Called a devil based off my hair But 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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs

Called a devil based off my hair

Workin' like this shit, must be workin' for two

Workin' like this shit, can't help but salute Do it for kids in a noose

Who born in the gutter, not born with a view

Recollection of memories too, lil' sprout, Jason Bourne at the root

Born with a quill, put my thoughts on a note just to see how I feel

Learnin' is real, not yearnin' to kill Hunger is ill, like grains in a mill

Grindin for thrill, gratification of levels no Diamonds or bezels

Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost

Ridin' the whip, brick on the pedal Hip to the metal, tea in the kettle

Bass with the treble, Dust when it settle

As days pass and life flash I stay calm and face glass

Reflections and past clash I stare back, no face mask

Patience, we need that, I peel back Heat seek with real tracks

Heal seeds my real task

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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs

Called a devil based off my hair

But 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 three in house, six online, nine upstairs Called a devil based off my hair