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?
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 said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
When the mother-fuckin' sun goes 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 an hour trying to explain, but they can’t relate
When I’m just trying to fucking 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
about 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
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 it 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?
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 said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
When my motherfuckin' Chevy came down, damn, flatline
I preppin' to on 485 at nine
Sweatin' on my leather, so I’m beaming
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 of a week of work
A nigga just wanna chief some Purp', split shells and eat dessert
Crack a tall can right by the lake
I was unemployed, had to make it shake
Like speakers bumpin' Miami bass, get up and grind, find a play
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?
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 said backstreet roads, where you taking me?
As I walk through 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 through these back street roads
Ol' country road, take me home, to a place that a belong
'Cause ain’t no place quite like home
I still got love where the love is gone
Ol' country road, take me home, to a place that a belong
'Cause ain’t no place quite like home
I still got love where the love is gone