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