Breaking Bad

[Chorus: Ea$y Money]

I'm so poured up tonight

It's just me and this highway

I'm just driving

Don't know where I'm going tonight

If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin'

Cause I'm on a lowrider in this four door

Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low

I don't know where I am going tonight

Baby I am just riding, riding, riding

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

Uh, feel like I'm drownin in this 40 ounce

Less than forty dollars to my name. boy, whatchu know about

Ratchets and ski masks, thugs with drug habits

Babies born hooked on this dope, guess we cultivate drug addicts

In the place I reside, really ain't shit to do but get high

All the way from the crack house to the church

Everybody doing dirt to get by

I just do mine, all by my lonely dawg

I just fell off when I'm back on it it's fuck all y'all

And all the broads, just to diss a nigga

You too broke to buy gifts for Christmas nigga?

Thought she was down but she dippin' off with a different nigga

That hurt my heart so bad made me wanna load my clip

Find where this buster stay and go smoke him over my bitch

I'm choking smoking this zip, shoulda been selling that

Smoking three fives every hour yea them Kevin Durants

Straight to the head with this yac

Straight with the pot with the powder

Hoping I catch a blessing

Might catch a stray from a coward

[Chorus: Ea$y Money]

I'm so poured up tonight

It's just me and this highway

I'm just driving

Don't know where I'm going tonight

If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin'

Cause I'm on a lowrider in this four door

Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low

I don't know where I am going tonight

Baby I am just riding, riding, riding

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

Uh, we cutting corners in caprices

Just throw some on the stove and watch me beat that shit to pieces

Take this shit back to them beeper-days

Back when shit was cheaper-days

Homeboy just got raided just can't stay clear of them people man

Money on my nigga books, and Sunday visits

Heard these mother fuckers talk about it, my niggas live it

But sometimes they get released and forgot who kept it the realest

They known behind them singles but nothing niggas and bitches

And I guess we out here beefin, I just caused a shoot-out at the club

The hardest ones to kill is niggas that you used to love

It's easy squeezing that trigger but I'm dying inside

I Brush it off like it's nothing and get high in the ride

Rolling this 4-door, yellow dope off in my Styrofoam

Slaying cluckers, mayonnaise and mustard what I'm ridin on

Rollin this 4-door with this fo-fo like I'm Al Capone

I'm living proof, the devils roof is what I'm ridin on

[Chorus: Ea$y Money]

I'm so poured up tonight

It's just me and this highway

I'm just driving

Don't know where I'm going tonight

If you see my eyes then, you will say I'm wildin'

Cause I'm on a lowrider in this four door

Got a cup full of liquor and my eyes so low

I don't know where I am going tonight

Baby I am just riding, riding, riding