I'm driving down the highway, I've got a flame in my eye
You told me life is pretty, I see my life like photographs
Smoking weed, day to sleep, that's the highway of wolfs of the youth
Talking nasty, living crazy, drinking gin and singing jazz and blues
My gun is in my pocket, I've got bullets and my cigars
My sirup's in your tongue, I'm getting dirty and divine
Smoking spliffs, doing my thing, that's the highway of the 90's rock
Playing hard, burning bars, I'm a wild child looking for a piece of love
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway now
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway now
You choose the right direction, I'm happy chosing the wrong path
Maybe I'm fucking crazy, but doing this I'm feeling fine
With my friends, with the bae, I am proud with them and my guitar
Dying young, sing my song, I'm an angel playing in the dark
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway now
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway
I'm on the highway, I'm on the highway now

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