Highway 95 pt.2

Lyrics for Highway 95 pt.2

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