paroles de chanson Highway - LE$

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I'm sippin' this Pink Floyd
Livin' like I was Hendricks
Higher than Cobain
Avoiding that same finish, uh
Jacks tell down from my crew
Blood on my all-whites
Outlaw cracks and crow
We ridin' all night
Coming out of the city where even the players hate us
Livin' life by the dice but that was the shit that made us
70 miles per hour, on that Cadillac dash
But we gon' get there, I ain't pushin' too fast, uh
The vision of a young Tarantino co-directed by hype
Score Sayzee you couldn't fade me
No, I'm singin' it right
They're getting a picture
I'm making it clearer
This high definition
Checking my mirrors
Ain't nothing to fear but a nigga ambitious
They want the city but I want the world
We ain't the same
You stuck in traffic, low on gas
I made a lane
Got up on that plane and I ain't look back
We up next, you'd better check them stats
Stick with the facts
Rebel without a cause
Life on the highway
Looking but still lost
Trying to find my way
And it could rough sometimes
Just gotta hold on
A million miles away
Baby I'm so gone
They wanna kill us all
Try to remain free
And from the beginning only was told what I can't be
Invisible ceilings I broke through 'cause I ain't see
Them limits and circumstances of victim just ain't me
Say, "Momma, we gettin' there?"
I told you it takes time
I'm losin' my breath but I'm gettin' close to that finish line
They want me to fall apart
That ain't the way I'm designed
I know what I'm lookin' for
I pray that I'm still fine
They on that elevator
I had to climb stairs
I never complained about it
I never said life's fair
I'm going too hard to care
And drove it too far to stop
I'm speedin' but stay aware
I'm looking out for the cops
Don't wanna crash and burn
Baby I wanna live
I'm asking them where to love
They ain't got much to give
Eyes on my rearview
I'm runnin' way from the past
Stay on my ass, the law is catching me fast
I'll never last
Rebel without a cause
Life on the highway
Looking but still lost
Trying to find my way
And it could rough sometimes
Just gotta hold on
A million miles away
Baby I'm so gone
Rebel without a cause
Life on the highway
Looking but still lost
Trying to find my way
And it could rough sometimes
Just gotta hold on
A million miles away
Baby I'm so gone
We were jammin' this mother fuckin' screw
Hahaha
We were jammin' this mother fuckin' screw
We were jammin' to Robert Plant, you know
My era, we went from rock and roll and then we got that original rap
That Kurtis Blow, that original ghetto boy, you know
Y'all don't know nothing about that
original shit, you know what I'm saying?
Man, these niggas ain't even rappin' no more
They ain't even
They paying top dollar for these niggas to save
millions to just get on stage and act an ass, man
Is that the shit that sells now?
(Hey man, they like this shit, man)
We gotta start givin' these motha fuckers somethin', man
They are not spending they money wisely
Man, you can tell they're part of the United States