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Home Lyrics - Artist : Lute
[Lute:]
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? [Elevator Jay:] 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! [Lute:] 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 |
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