95MPH out of Rhode Island
[Hook]
Going 95 out of Rhode Island
I'm way too high to be fucking driving I'm
Swerving through the lanes, the lines are getting blurry
I'm trying to make it home, before the sun's fury
[Verse 1]
I drank too much now I gotta go home
But the night's calling me because I feel so alone
All I think about is smoking all I think about is drinking
Cause I can't stand being sober this ain't real living, look
Smoke some kush so I can try and get away
To another life to a very different place cause right now
It feels like I'm in an endless space
It always feels like my heart is in an endless race I'm
Popping pills every night so I can stay on track
I write every single day so I can kill these tracks
I'll only be happy when I have a 100 racks
But maybe I'm just lying to myself, false facts
[Hook]
Going 95 out of Rhode Island
I'm way too high to be fucking driving I'm
Swerving through the lanes, the lines are getting blurry
I'm trying to make it home, before the sun's fury
[Verse 2]
Hpnotiq got me feeling so hypnotic
Tryna make it out the projects
Meet a girl who so erotic, St Laurent, you can cop it
Use my black card get anything you want
You can cop the whole store if you want
Let me switch it up again
All you locals play pretend
Getting money you were really never meant to spend
I'm a bad dude, I can confess, why you so mad, why you upset
Late nights in the honda still got purple in my cup
I can't see the destination eyes closed from the slush
We can roll the windows down, let the smoke leave the car
Every single night I do this I be staring at the stars
[Hook]
Going 95 out of Rhode Island
I'm way too high to be fucking driving I'm
Swerving through the lanes, the lines are getting blurry
I'm trying to make it home, before the sun's fury
[Verse 3]
Drown myself in alcohol
That shit never helps at all
I might say some stupid shit tonight when you pick up this call
I need to bawl I can't take it anymore
I gotta cry, I can't really hold it in anymore
Thoughts sporadic, I'm an addict to the havoc
In my mind the walls are padded I need to make it to happen
I'm trapped in the attic and I need to find some tactics so
I can cleanse my soul and bury all the hatchets I
Need a new land to roam, a different place to call home
Maybe go to Rome so I can have my time alone
I'm driving so fast out of Rhode Island
And I'm high I might just crash my car on the way home