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Back Roads Lyrics - Artist : Nappy Roots
Back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet Where I go you never know A country road you'll never go 24s, country shit All we know is country shit Back road, country shit I'm rollin' dope, gotta bunch of shit My neighbor just got home, but not from a bid He been overseas fighting, now home wit his kids The rich can't feel like the poorest We was Po eating grits at my aunt Lois Had the time of my life we was so stoic Didn't have much but you wouldn't know it Now granny gone, my uncle gone I'm runnin' out of reasons to make it back home To my family looking down from the heavens above See me rolling thru the sticks just doing what I love On a back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet Where I go you never know A country road you'll never go 24s, country shit All we know is country shit Train tracks, I'm from the other side Caddy Coupes, we blowing country fried Winding roads, and not a cop in sight Stars out, shining on your darkest night Small town living, all they do is fight And all we do is 'dis, sawed off with the pistol grip Back it up, then talk yo' shit She's acting up, she's not yo' bitch Country chic, that's not my cousin Don't hit the legion, them fools be bussin' Front porch, my uncle cussing Drunk as all out doors, kids outside they double dutching I'm double clutching, sippin' on some Atlantucky My family is forever hustling, forward, the plan it must be No looking back, there's no getting rusty If I'm a speak it to existence you gon' have to trust me I understand, new things need adjusting Life is short, it ain't no guarantee, just keep on trucking Back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet Where I go you never know A country road you'll never go 24s, country shit All we know is country shit And yea I'm from the South but I dress Western They call me Buffalo, I'm built like a ex-wrestler Brock Lesnar, ice on my hip flexor Jacuzzi suite, top floor at the Best Western Dusty cowboy boots wit a fresh Stetson Lumps of coal turn to diamonds when you add pressure Catch me running thru my paper like a fast tester I want da new King Ranch, not the next Tesla First class jet setter, I ain't that special Buddy pass in the exit row, leg stretcher I'm a seafood, soul food TexMexer So keep ya tofu, soybean, veg lecturers To yourself cuz my mouth can't stand the texture Flick you off wit both hands like I'm ambidextrous Got my good draws on and they polyester Eyeing down your heifer makin' naughty gestures Country shit Back road, country shit Rollin' dope, bunch of shit Granny house, 30 deep Gold teeth, bare feet Where I go you never know A country road you'll never go 24s, country shit All we know is country shit |
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