Home (feat. Elevator Jay)

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 willing, 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 [?] Sweatin' on my leather, so I'm beaming [?] And gotta' handle my business fast, twelve creepin' for no reason Please believe it I'm thinking about the shit that never stops I'm boomin' but I'm fuming, [?] [?] a nigga just wanna chief some Purp' [?] and eat dessert 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 slicks 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