Highway 95 pt.2 Lyrics – Baby Keem

Read the full Highway 95 pt.2 lyrics by Baby Keem from the album Ca$ino along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Baby Keem’s music, you can also explore I am not a Lyricist and House Money, two other songs by Baby Keem.

[Intro: Billy Stewart]
I do love you, oh
People say, people say
Love is just a guarantee

[Chorus]
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister, go on and be something decent
I ain’t never gon’ be s*it to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beating

Runaway child, sleeping under highways
Growing up and going on a tirade

[Verse 1]
Thirteen, I’m living in the ditches
I don’t recall my mother in the kitchen
Fu*k school, grades peaked in the fifth grade
Playing video games was a temporary band-aid
Outside, got a zip of weed on me
I don’t do drügs but I hold it for the homies
I sit outside with nothing, feeling lonely
No stamps at the end of the month so I’m hungry

[Chorus]
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister, go on and be something decent
I ain’t never gon’ be s*it to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beating
Runaway child, sleeping under highways
Growing up and going on a tirade

[Verse 2]
Running out of wishes, God doesn’t listen

Broken home, paper plates in the kitchen
Sometimes, I forget that my momma’s out existing
What am I without this government assistance?
Route 95, hitchhiking on this highway
I got my clothes from the church last Friday
I hid everything, can’t trust my uncle Andre
These days, I just wish I could fly away
Momma at the door about three in the morning
I wake up as a burden, I’m the kid that no one wanted
Abusers all around me, I’m looking at ’em sideways
Thirteen, I’m going on a tirade

[Chorus]
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister, go on and be something decent
I ain’t never gon’ be s*it to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beating
Runaway child, sleeping under highways
Growing up and going on a tirade

[Verse 3]
I been thinking all day
Got about five and I’m dressed up by the ashtray
Cutting all ties, put my five in the gas tank
I hope that that’s enough, I’m about to hit the fast lane
I’m a soldier, I make it all decent
Hit that dirty desert, need that rent by the weekend
These fu*king streets is filled with diseases
And pleases, it teaches
I never know what peace is, I’m dreaming

[Chorus]
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Sister, go on and be something decent
I ain’t never gon’ be s*it to my nieces
Broken heart then I lost all the pieces
Cried all night every time I took a beating
Runaway child, sleeping under highways
Growing up and going on a tirade

[Outro]
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank
Ninety-five, speeding down the highway
Caught a ride, got five on the gas tank