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Highway

Ooo Ima getaway

Everything is my way

Ooo ima getaway

Streetlights

Crusin' til daylight

Late night

And everything is alright

Fuck that

Phones on mute, I'm tryin' to get my style up

Phones on mute, I'm tryin' to get my style up

Phones on mute, I'm tryin' to get my style up

Phones on mute, I'm tryin' to get my style up

Driving real fast and I'm tryin' to cause a pile up

Tryin to cause a pile up

Tryin to get my style up

Rims look clean and my gas tank is filled up

I'm tryin' to get my smile up

Tryin' to get my style up

Hoping this rush doesn't go away

Get out my way if you're in my lane

Cuz I'm speeding down the freeway

Speeding down the freeway

Getaway

Bitch, I'm going far away

You better know your place

Don't wanna see your face

Fuck you

Yea I mean it, fuck you

All the shit you put me through

Now this shit is back on you

It's back on you, but you still blame me

Brain dead but I still can't sleep

Wake up dead, I can only dream

All our lives, swimming upstream

Part of the circle but not the team

Always winning like Charlie sheen

About this money, about this green

Smoking weed, then I'm gonna leave

Driving real fast and I'm tryin' to cause a pile up

Tryin to cause a pile up

Tryin to get my style up

Rims look clean and my gas tank is filled up

I'm tryin' to get my smile up

Tryin' to get my style up

Hoping this rush doesn't go away

Get out my way if you're in my lane

Cuz I'm speeding down the freeway

Speeding down the freeway

One more time

Girl, this is the last time

You're gonna win my mind

And take all that's mine