Empty Highways.

I feel, I feel, I feel I feel... so delighted It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways Looking at me sideways, looking at me sideways Empty highways, empty highways Yeah, yeah, ay I got pussy on my mind and I got pussy on my lips I got gas inside the wip, just in case a nigga trip Tell a hater "quit bitch" and get the fuck up off my dick Niggas still talking but we killing them all I'm always smoked up, I hate taking pictures in malls Shut the fuck up Niggas don't rap, they just mumbling shit Sold twenty thousand records call it numbers and shit, but Who am I to judge, I'm on the come up and shit I know you boyfriend don't like me, what a bummer little bitch Tech's got the weed, smell like siggies and shit This that new wave I mean who jiggy than this? This a third world country but y'all act like it's not That's the first fuckin' problem y'all be making a lot Take them fake chains off dawg Oh it's gold plated if you say so dawg Shooter got the gamma on the beats No trampolines but it's still jumping in the streets Now do you wanna roll with me? Say do you wanna roll with me? (Yo, I can't sing but bare with me) I feel... so delighted It's 4: 30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways People on the street, now they looking at me sideways When I'm looking on the mirror all I see is empty highways