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Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say back street roads, where you taking me

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say backstreet roads, where you taking me?

When the motha’fuckin' sun go down, street lights illuminate

Death toll accumulate

Underneath the bullets that would ricochet, my mind get to calculate

I was a hundred dollars shy of a bill that was due today

Probably gon' get fired, yesterday I was an hour late

Spent the hour trying to explain, but they can’t relate

When I’m just tryna' fuckin' provide nigga, for Heaven’s sake

Never asked a nigga for shit, and that’s safe to say

See I got goals, and as long as I got goals to chase I could give two fucks

what they place today

Now I’m on the porch like a villain how a nigga chill

Hit the the town, catch a splinter when I grip the wheel

Porsche 911, feelin' like I’m Bobby Phills

My mama probably somewhere praying that a make a mil'

Lord willin', I be feelin' like someday I wouldn’t see these yours,

make 'em feel it

That’s what Cole told me, it’s no limit

Like that Percy Miller Hornets jersey, it’s No Limit

And baby girl I really hope you heard me

Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say back street roads, where you taking me

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say backstreet roads, where you taking me?

When my motherfuckin' Chevy came down, damn, flatline

I’m preppin' to on 485 at nine

Sweatin' on my leather, so I’m beaming seats

And gotta handle my business fast, 12 creepin' for no reason, Please believe it,

I’m thinking about the shit that never stops

I’m boomin' but I’m fuming, like he vroomin' like a Chevy block

Brain tired off a week of work

A nigga just wanna chief some Purp', split shells and eat dessert

Crack a tall can right beside the lake

I was unemployed, had to make it shake

Like speakers bumpin' Miami bass, get up and grind, find a plate

Shit, I’m far from perfect, but I’m filthy rich

Birthed on some fish n' grits, I’m full like a can of Schlitz

The oven hot, I grabbed the oven mits

Cranked the knob to 96, bumpin' somethin' southern biatch!

The oven hot, I grabbed the oven mits

Cranked the knob to 96, bumpin' somethin' southern biatch!

Ol' back street roads, where you taking me?

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say Ol' back street roads, where you taking me

Got me feeling like home ain’t the place to be

Even when the love is gone, I can’t leave

But baby, who the fuck are they to say that I can’t dream?

I say backstreet roads, where you taking me?

As I walk through the valley

Lord, free my mind

As I walk through the valley

Lord, free my soul

For I don’t know which way to go

Lost my way down these back street roads

As I walk through the valley

Lord, free my mind