paroles de chanson Empty Highways. - Shane Eagle

I feel, I feel, I feel

I feel... so delighted
It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways
Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways
It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways
Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways
Looking at me sideways, looking at me sideways
Empty highways, empty highways
Yeah, yeah, ay

I got pussy on my mind and I got pussy on my lips
I got gas inside the wip, just in case a nigga trip
Tell a hater "quit bitch" and get the fuck up off my dick
Niggas still talking but we killing them all
I'm always smoked up, I hate taking pictures in malls
Shut the fuck up
Niggas don't rap, they just mumbling shit
Sold twenty thousand records call it numbers and shit, but
Who am I to judge, I'm on the come up and shit
I know you boyfriend don't like me, what a bummer little bitch
Tech's got the weed, smell like siggies and shit
This that new wave I mean who jiggy than this?
This a third world country but y'all act like it's not
That's the first fuckin' problem y'all be making a lot
Take them fake chains off dawg
Oh it's gold plated if you say so dawg
Shooter got the gamma on the beats
No trampolines but it's still jumping in the streets

Now do you wanna roll with me?
Say do you wanna roll with me? (Yo, I can't sing but bare with me)

I feel... so delighted
It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways
People on the street, now they looking at me sideways
When I'm looking on the mirror all I see is empty highways