Old Highways - New River Bluegrass

There's a highway Telling me to go where I can Such a long way I don't even know where I am Such a long way Long, long, way Gonna sit right here where I am And it's easier to stay here Think I know my way here I'm gonna lay here, alright Tomorrow I'm going to hang my feet in a stream Pretending My world is real, yours a dream And the highways, high oh high way I'm gonna sit right here where I am And it's easier to stay here Think I know my way here I'm gonna lay here, alright Tickin time now Said alive ain't my cup of tea As a fight now Some tickin life goes to the sea Needing highways High oh high ways I'm gonna sit right where I am And it's easier to stay here Think I know my way here I'm gonna lay here Gonna sit here, write a song Any time one comes along, I'm alright I gotta be alright I gotta be alright now I gotta be alright I gotta be alright now

It's a crazy world we live in And I'm leaving it today For another institution We crazy people play Every time I climb the mountain And it turned into a hill I promised me that I'd move on And I will. I, I, good for nothing Going nowhere, so they say Hey, someone give me blessings For they say that I have sinned That's when I crawl inside myself And ride into the wind On Strange Highways On Strange Highways Hey you! I want your number Don't even wonder We do things our way here Questions These are forbidden We got no answers Believe us anyway So here is my confession: It's the only broken rule Sometimes I crawl inside of me Where I can't be the fool On Strange Highways On Strange Highways Oh You can see the other side And you shall come over You can't leave the other side If you say I will Everytime I climb the mountain And it turned into a hill Well, I promised me I'd disappear And now I know I will So, someone give me blessings For the times you say I've sinned So I can crawl inside myself And ride into the wind On Strange Highways On Strange Highways Questions They're forbidden Hey you, what's your number Oh, we've got no answers Don't you even wonder Oh, Strange Highways Ooh

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