Bfault and Beyon - Highway

Cruising down the highway
Stereo got Marley 
Yeah we feeling funny 
Yeah we, feeling, funny 
Pulling up the driveway
My friend throw on a party 
Another pulled a blunt, yeah
Now we smoke, now we feel funny 
Life is a highway
I look at it sideways
Grinding Sunday through Sunday 
Killin' the week, moment of silence
Work days I treat as vacation
I'm a Lightweight when it comes to my patience
Off days ain't a part of my schedule
Tap on my shoulder for becoming so special
I wanna' migrate from the migraines and headaches and the noise and the critics
I need me some silence and your fine ass and some trees and some crickets
Our shit is so wicked no limits
Running but never get winded
Start it I end it
Do what I intended
Momma told me there's always more ways
No point to split this four ways
Produce and rap yeah I do it both ways
First verse cuz' I like the forplay'
Shure mic in a fabricated booth
Cant fabricate the truth
Step in the room I got super wavy mood
I cannot fuckin' lose
Good feelings rushing, I cannot fight them
All I see in front of me is the horizon
I imagine all the things that I desire
Cruising down the highway
Stereo got Marley 
Yeah we feeling funny 
Yeah we, feeling, funny 
Pulling up the driveway
My friend throw on a party 
Another pulled a blunt, yeah
Now we smoke, now we feel funny 
First time that I got to know Bobby (Bobby)
Long time ago eleven years old 
3 little birds sat on my shoulder
The moment my eyes turned so red I felt in my zone 
This shit is legit 
Takin a hit after hit after hit, making a hit after hit after hit 
Get to the bottom of this, I mean, I started from the bottom for this
Free throws intend to go in so I straighten my elbow to get that shit in 
That kush' kush' as a tool 
Writing lyrics to fit the mood 
Marry music yes I do 
Bed breakfast with a view 
I stand on my decisions I invest in music I go public with it I go ham in minutes for that cheesy digits tighten up the loose end have permitted visits
I go ballistic when my work exhibited, live in the present I wrap and deliver it got a receipt for it, just for the kick of it, never get sick of it, lyrics unlimited 
Life is highway, Bfault just mentioned 
Live in the studio that's under the mansion 
Must be expensive, shit is immense here 
We do it our way, we live on the edge here 
We do it our way, every day is just our way
Highway
Cruising down the highway
Stereo got Marley 
Yeah we feeling funny 
Yeah we, feeling, funny 
Pulling up the driveway
My friend throw on a party 
Another pulled a blunt, yeah
Now we smoke, now we feel funny 

Written by:
Brandon Frankiel, Roi Buchbinder

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