Highway ft. Beyon Lyrics

Cruising down the highway

Stereo got Marley 

Yeah we feeling funny 

Yeah we, feeling, funny 

Pulling up the driveway

My friend throw on a party 

Another pulled a blunt, yeah

Now we smoke, now we feel funny 

Life is a highway

I look at it sideways

Grinding Sunday through Sunday 

Killing the week, moment of silence

Work days I treat as vacation

I'm a Lightweight when it comes to my patience

Off days ain't a part of my schedule

Tap on my shoulder for becoming so special

I wanna' migrate from the migraines and headaches and the noise and the critics

I need me some silence and your fine ass and some trees and some crickets

Our shit is so wicked no limits

Running but never get winded

Start it I end it

Do what I intended

Momma told me there's always more ways

No point to split this four ways

Produce and rap yeah I do it both ways

First verse cuz' I like the foreplay

Shure mic in a fabricated booth

Cant fabricate the truth

Step in the room I got super wavy mood

I cannot fuckin' lose

Good feelings rushing, I cannot fight them

All I see in front of me is the horizon

I imagine all the things that I desire

Cruising down the highway

Stereo got Marley 

Yeah we feeling funny 

Yeah we, feeling, funny 

Pulling up the driveway

My friend throw on a party 

Another pulled a blunt, yeah

Now we smoke, now we feel funny 

First time that I got to know Bobby (Bobby)

Long time ago eleven years old 

3 little birds sat on my shoulder

The moment my eyes turned so red I felt in my zone 

This shit is legit 

Takin a hit after hit after hit, making a hit after hit after hit 

Get to the bottom of this, I mean, I started from the bottom for this

Free throws intend to go in so I straighten my elbow to get that shit in 

That Kush Kush as a tool 

Writing lyrics to fit the mood 

Marry music yes I do 

Bed breakfast with a view 

I stand on my decisions I invest in music I go public with it I go ham in minutes for that cheesy digits tighten up the loose end have permitted visits

I go ballistic when my work exhibited, live in the present I wrap and deliver it got a receipt for it, just for the kick of it, never get sick of it, lyrics unlimited 

Life is highway, Bfault just mentioned 

Live in the studio that's under the mansion 

Must be expensive, shit is immense here 

We do it our way, we live on the edge here 

We do it our way, every day is just our way

Highway

Cruising down the highway

Stereo got Marley 

Yeah we feeling funny 

Yeah we, feeling, funny 

Pulling up the driveway

My friend throw on a party 

Another pulled a blunt, yeah

Now we smoke, now we feel funny