Queue The Kid - Scenic

Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair But Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair Life ain't fair, you pay that price or
You pay that fare Laissez-faire, live my life
I don't play about theirs Man, I care, damn who don't
Memento mori, goated quote Water of life, hit a clean breaststroke
I don't smoke everyday, but you can still toke I don't drink everyday, but I'm still gon' toast
You and the crew, Q in the future Knowledge and truth
Spent my shit, but I still recoup Stuck to the beat life rubber, I'm glue
Grey as a goose, tea bags, no duck duck Red bull in the cup, bruh
Somebody get mad, that's tough luck Ride by on this lifeline
Head first in high tides, I'm not fine Always searchin' for the right mind
I'm movin' less life like Starin' into my bright eyes
Tryin' to see if my light shine bounce a thought off the hive mind when I type write
Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair But Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair
Workin' like this shit, must be workin' for two
Workin' like this shit, can't help but salute Do it for kids in a noose
Who born in the gutter, not born with a view
Recollection of memories too, lil' sprout, Jason Bourne at the root
Born with a quill, put my thoughts on a note just to see how I feel
Learnin' is real, not yearnin' to kill Hunger is ill, like grains in a mill
Grindin for thrill, gratification of levels no Diamonds or bezels
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Ridin' the whip, brick on the pedal Hip to the metal, tea in the kettle
Bass with the treble, Dust when it settle
As days pass and life flash I stay calm and face glass
Reflections and past clash I stare back, no face mask
Patience, we need that, I peel back Heat seek with real tracks
Heal seeds my real task
Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs
Called a devil based off my hair
But Baby, on the highway to hell
I took the scenic route Baby, comin' out of my shell
I don't need the clout Kickin' my demons out on God I
Kept like three in house, six online, nine upstairs Called a devil based off my hair

Written by:
Quincy Wilson

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