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artist
Nappy Roots
Back Roads
609
Hip-Hop/Rap
Back Roads adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Nappy Roots Entertainment Group LLC tarafından 25 Eylül 2020 tarihinde yayınlandı40RTY
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Albüm40RTY
Çıkış Tarihi25 Eylül 2020
FirmaNappy Roots Entertainment Group LLC
DilEnglish
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM78

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nappy Roots
Nappy Roots
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Hughes
William Hughes
Songwriter
Melvin Adams
Melvin Adams
Songwriter
Brian Scott
Brian Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Padron
Justin Padron
Producer

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Gon' be the one, bro
H, back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, thirty deep
Gold teeths, bare feet
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
Twenty-fours, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
Back road, country shit
I'm rollin' dope, got a bunch of shit
My neighbor just got home, but not from a bid
He been overseas fightin', not home with his kids
See, the rich can't feel like the Po'est
We was po', eatin' grits at my Aunt Louis
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
But to my family lookin' down from the heavens above
See me rollin' through the sticks just doin' what I love
On the back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, thirty deep
Gold teeths, bare feet
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
Twenty-fours, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
Train tracks, I'm from the other side
Caddy coupes, we blowin' country fried
Windin' roads, and not a cop in sight
The stars out, shinin' on your darkest night
Small town livin', all they do is fight
And all we do is this, sawed-off with that pistol grip
Back it up, then talk yo' shit
She's actin' up, she's not yo' bitch
Country chick, that's not my cousin
Don't hit the legion, them fools be bussin'
Front porch, my uncle cussin'
Drunk as all outdoors, kids outside, they Double-Dutchin'
I'm double-clutchin', sippin' on some Atlantucky
My family's forever hustling, forward, the plan it must be
No looking back, there's no gettin' rusty
If I'ma speak it to existence, you gon' have to trust me
I understand new things need adjusting
Life is short, ain't no guarantee, just keep on trucking
Back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch o' shit
Granny house, thirty deep
Gold teeths, bare feet
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
Twenty-fours, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
And yeah, 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 (Ice)
Jacuzzi suite top-floor at the Best Western (Flex)
Dusty cowboy boots wit' a fresh Stetson
Lumps of coal turn to diamonds when you add pressure
Catch me runnin' through my paper like a fast tester (I'm done)
I want the new king ranch, not the next Tesla
First class jet-setter, we 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, 'cause 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
Yeah, eyein' down your heifer, makin' naughty gestures, country shit
Back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch o' shit
Granny house, thirty deep
Gold teeths, bare feet
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
Twenty-fours, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
Written by: Brian Scott, Melvin Adams, William Hughes

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