highway 95

I do love you

People say, people say

Love is just for beauty

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

Sister gonna be something decent

I ain't never gon' be shit to my nieces

Broken heart, then I lost all the pieces

Cried all night every time I took a beating

Runaway child, sleeping under highways

Growing up and going on a tirade

Thirteen, I'm living in the ditches

I don't recall my mother in the kitchen

Fuck school grades, peaked in the fifth grade

Playing video games was a temporary band-aid

Outside, got a zip of weed on me

I don't do drugs, but I hold it for the homies

I sit outside with nothing, feeling lonely

No stamps at the end of the month, so I'm hungry

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

Sister gonna be something decent

I ain't never gon' be shit to my nieces

Broken heart, then I lost all the pieces

Cried all night every time I took a beating

Runaway child, sleeping under highways

Growing up and going on a tirade

Running out of wishes, God doesn't listen

Broken home, paper plates in the kitchen

Sometimes I forget that my mama's out existing

What am I without this government assistance?

Riding '95, hitchhiking on this highway

I got my clothes from the church last Friday

I hid everything, can't trust my uncle Andre

These days, I just wish I could fly away

Mama at the door about three in the morning

I wake up as a burden, I'm the kid that no one wanted

Abusers all around me, I'm looking at 'em sideways

Thirteen, I'm going on a tirade

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

Sister gonna be something decent

I ain't never gon' be shit to my nieces

Broken heart, then I lost all the pieces

Cried all night every time I took a beating

Runaway child, sleeping under highways

Growing up and going on a tirade

I've been thinking all day

Got about five in the dresser by the ashtray

Cutting all ties, put my five in the gas tank

I hope that that's enough, I'm about to hit the fast lane

I'm a soldier, I'll make it all decent

Hit that dirty desert, need that rent by the weekend

These fucking streets is filled with diseases

And pleasers and teachers, I'll never know what peace is

I'm dreaming

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

Sister gonna be something decent

I ain't never gon' be shit to my nieces

Broken heart, then I lost all the pieces

Cried all night every time I took a beating

Runaway child, sleeping under highways

Growing up and going on a tirade

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

'95, Speeding down the highway

Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank

People say, people say

Love is just for beauty