They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
They think this thing is a highway
If it was our way, wed have a tempo change every other time change
Cause our minds changed on what we think is good
I wasnt raised in the hood
But I know a thing or two about pain and darkness
If it wasnt for this music I don’t know how I would have fought this
Regardless, all these songs Im hearing are so heartless
Dont trust a perfect person and dont trust a song that’s flawless, honest
Theres a few songs on this record that feel common
Im in constant confrontation with what I want and what is poppin
In the industry it seems to me that singles on the radio are currency
My creativitys only free when Im playing shows
They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
They be alive tomorrow?
Im sorry if that question I asked last
Scared you a bit like a hazmat, in a gas mask if you ask zack
Hes my brother, he likes when I rap fast
But lets backtrack
Back to this
Who would you live and die for on that list?
But the problem is, theres another list that exists
And no one really wants to think about this
Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality
If you get in between someone I love and me
Youre gonna feel the heat of my cavalry
All these songs Im hearing are so heartless
Dont trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song thats flawless
They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
Will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?
They say, "stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy"
But we go where we want to
They think this thing is a highway, highway
But will they be alive tomorrow?