I do love you, oh
People say, people say
Love is just a guarantee
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister gonna be somethin' decent
I ain't ever gonna be shit to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beatin'
Runaway child, sleepin' under highways
Growin' up and goin' on a tirade
Thirteen, I'm livin' in the ditches
I don't recall my mother in the kitchen
Fuck school, grades peaked in the fifth grade
Playin' videogames was a temporary band-aid
Outside, got a zip of weed on me
I don't drugs but I hold it for the homies
I sit outside with nothin', feelin' lonely
No stamps at the end of the month so I'm hungry
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister gonna be somethin' decent
I ain't ever gonna be shit to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beatin'
Runaway child, sleepin' under highways
Growin' up and goin' on a tirade
Runnin' out of wishes, God doesn't listen
Broken home, paper plates in the kitchen
Sometimes, I forget that my momma's out, existin'
What am I without this government assistance?
Route 95, hitchhikin' 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
Momma at the door about three in the mornin'
I wake up as a burden, I'm the kid that no one wanted
Abusers all around me, I'm lookin' at 'em sideways
Thirteen, I'm goin' on a tirade
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister gonna be somethin' decent
I ain't ever gonna be shit to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beatin'
Runaway child, sleepin' under highways
Growin' up and goin' on a tirade
I been thinkin' all day
Got about five and I'm dressed up by the ashtray
Cuttin' 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 make it all decent
Hit that dirty desert, need that rent by the weekend
These fuckin' streets is filled with disease
And some pleas as it teaches
I never know what peace is, I'm dreamin'
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister gonna be somethin' decent
I ain't ever gonna be shit to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beatin'
Runaway child, sleepin' under highways
Growin' up and goin' on a tirade
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speedin' down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
