100 on da high-way

heavy hauling, boss hoggin, Captain crawling, master all it, what you call it bring it, so nostalgic I'm a drinking recovering alcoholic pour it , drink it let it sink in, this is how i picture every mother fucking weekend eyes stuck, why not you blinkin? body stuck, why you not moving? why you not improving? i reply "i think i found a solution" rid the sewage sewage is stupid.. I'm gonna lose it. so move it or lose it i never truce it you want a war, you'll always lose it (chorus) cause I'm doing a hundred on the highway, so stay the fuck up out of my way you can't handle what i got up onta my plate suffering so deep but to whom can i say turn to God,i pray.... for a better day, for a better way Lord knows,i lay where i lay. r.i.p to all my past days r.i.p to all my past plays r.i.p to my last phase and all that shit i blazed got my mind in a haze sucess is what i crave but they engrave my plan in the Sand and wait for the waves. spinning me up like I'm stuck in a Chuck of a lathe. feet stuck in the muck I'll grow my wings and fly high up and away up and a way up up and a way fly high up and away up and away up up and away nobody getting me chop you at the knees make you bleed fuck with me make you plea for your life im the might of the monimic temple so simple to pop you just like a pimple, sleep you like a pillow case I'm hard to see with a transparent face. think