Baby Keem - Highway 95 pt. 2 (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Baby Keem - Highway 95 pt. 2 (en) Lyrics
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I do love you, oh
People say, people say
Love is just security
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five
on the gas tank
Sister, go on and be somethin' 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 beatin'
Runaway child, sleepin' under highways
Growin' up and goin' on a tirade
Thirteen, I'm livin' in the ditches
I don't recall my mother
in the kitchen
Fuck school, grades peaked
in the fifth grade
Playin' 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 nothin',
feelin' lonely
No stamps at the end of the
month, so I'm hungry
Runnin' out of wishes,
God doesn't listen
Broken home, paper plates
in the kitchen
Sometimes, I forget that
my momma's out existin'
What am I without this government
assistance?
Route 95, hitchhikin' 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
Momma at the door about
three in the mornin'
I wake up as a burden, I'm the
kid that no one wanted
Abusers all around me, I'm
lookin' at 'em sideways
Thirteen, I'm goin' on a tirade
I been thinkin' all day
Got about five and I'm dressed
up by the ashtray
Cuttin' 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 make it all decent
Hit that dirty desert, need
that rent by the weekend
These fuckin' streets is
filled with diseases
And pleases, it teaches
I never know what peace
is, I'm dreamin'
Please support me on
PATREON Thank you!