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by Goodie Mob

[Chorus: 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 f*ck 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 f*ck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?

[Verse 1: Lute]
When the mother-f*ckin' 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 f*cking provide n*gga, for Heaven's sake
Never asked a n*gga for sh*t, and that's safe to say
See I got goals, and as long as I got goals to chase I could give two f*cks about they place today
Now I'm on the porch like a villain how a n*gga 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

[Chorus: 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 f*ck 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 f*ck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?

[Verse 2: Elevator Jay]
When my motherf*ckin' 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 sh*t 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 n*gga 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
sh*t, 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!

[Chorus: 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 f*ck 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 f*ck are they to say that I can't dream?
I said backstreet roads, where you taking me?

[Outro: Lute]
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

[Chorus: Lute]
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