passenger seat. Lyrics

Is it just my fucked up way

Or am I just gunning for the grave

Womb to the tomb, it all stays the same

Don't want to see me when the shirts being made, yeah

When I'm gone, won't you sing about me?

Like I'm Cornrow Kenny without idolizing

'Cause I ain't a man who's worthy of praise

But if I die, be nice to say

Pour a little Henny on the ground for me

Highway to hell in the passenger seat

Deserve what I get always was a fiend

Put blunts on my grave I'll smoke for weeks

Pour a little Henny on the ground for me

Highway to hell in the passenger seat

Deserve what I get always was a fiend

Put blunts on my grave I'll smoke for weeks

Buy a bitch some jewelry, still hit you with the K

Man, that's the shit that's clinically insane

I've been smoking dope just to deal with my pain

Man, that's the shit that gets me through the day

I ain't got no hoe, I ain't got no wife

I've been moving slow, I ain't getting through these nights

Semi on the low, but the Remy on ice

I've been pushing through, but not with these fights

Pour a little Henny on the ground for me

Highway to hell in the passenger seat

Deserve what I get always was a fiend

Put blunts on my grave I'll smoke for weeks

Pour a little Henny on the ground for me

Highway to hell in the passenger seat

Deserve what I get always was a fiend

Put blunts on my grave I'll smoke for weeks

Yeah, yeah, yeah