Dom Frisko - Back Roads Lyrics

Ah yea ah yea yea
Yea woah, yeah yeah, Yeah Uh
Roll that for me baby, Yeah
I think today I'll be lazy, yeah
I been working hard, I ain't never stopped
Might of dozed off probably cause the weed I done tried
Good times, yeah
Even through the hard times, Came out
Everything was alright, yeah
Everything was alright, yeah
Haters wanna test, see me as a threat
Want to infiltrate my inner circle, yeah
Wanna know the trade, Wanna know the ways
Just want the fame, ain't worried about the pay
That's why the choke, that's why they broke
That's why I last, that's why they don't
Level up always
Used to run the hallways, yeah
Graduated, quit college, moved out my momma's house
Moved to Houston, met a crew
But my family rooted, remember in the summer we would chop and screw it up
Ridin' through the deuce yea, clean on the inside, trunk on smash
Tank on E, and I just got a lil sack of weed, yeah
Smoke strong till the pain gone, Roll it up I don't do bongs
Fat doinks, RIP to the dawg
Get high like Cheech and chong
Pour up the sprite, I'm hugging the mic
It don't talk back, and that's what I like
Pour out my feelings, roll em all up, lighting em all
We smoking tonight

Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it breathe
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it breathe
I remember back then, I remember back then
I remember, back roads

I remember, Back roads, long drives
Remember nights, we was high
Sunroof, Pulled back
Stars out getting good neck
Red eyes, new clothes, Same plans, new goals
Fools chase the same ol' hoes
Stuck in the same loop holes
Never leave with what they stayed there for
Lil jewelry I keep that gold, Lil mama call me papi chulo
Watchin me gon' hurt your ego
I don't really f*ck with ya, nah
Still got love for ya, Never put my trust in em
Gotta prove you really f*ck with me now a days
Swear I gotta move different
People got their own agendas, so I pack a choppa
I ain't talkin blenders, That's just only one of several
Usually not the type to tell ya, but
I'm in my own lane, at my own pace, in my own state of mind
Within my state lines where it go down
Where I am roam round, Wish I knew then what I know now
But you can't rush perfect, Gotta know that it's worth it
Even during times that it hurt ya, Not everyone deserves ya
Eyes low like a Cadillac, I was down but I had to double back
With a bad bitch, and a killa sack
Mix it with the liquor there ain't nothin wrong with that, yeah

Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it breathe
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Let it breathe
Ah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah