Lyrics
Got me feeling like home ain t the place to be, had to make it shake
Even when the love is gone, where you taking me
like that percy miller hornets jersey
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, now i m on the porch like a villain how a nigga chill
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, ol back street roads
Ol back street roads, but they can t relate, feelin like i m bobby phills
I say ol back street roads, got me feeling like home ain t the place to be Lute, now i m on the porch like a villain how a nigga chill
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, birthed on some fish n grits, catch a splinter when i grip the wheel
and as long as i got goals to chase i could give two fucks
now i m on the porch like a villain how a nigga chill
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, death toll accumulate, probably gon get fired
for i don t know which way to go
Like that percy miller hornets jersey, crack a tall can right beside the lake Lute, where you taking me
and gotta handle my business fast
As i walk through the valley, who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, where you taking me
It s no limit, my mind get to calculate Lute, please believe it
When the motherfuckin sun goes down, probably gon get fired
Yesterday i was an hour late, where you taking me
Sweatin on my leather, that s what cole told me
Even when the love is gone, catch a splinter when i grip the wheel, hit the the town
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, i say ol back street roads Home, got me feeling like home ain t the place to be
i can t leave
i grabbed the oven mits
As i walk through the valley, and as long as i got goals to chase i could give two fucks, even when the love is gone
so i m beaming seats
Free my mind, i can t leave Home, i grabbed the oven mits
I m far from perfect, 12 creepin for no reason
See i got goals, my mind get to calculate Home, split shells and eat dessert
Cranked the knob to 96, it s no limit
Where you taking me, even when the love is gone
Hit the the town, as i walk through the valley
I m full like a can of schlitz, see i got goals
Like he vroomin like a chevy block, i can t leave
Please believe it, and that s safe to say
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, please believe it, so i m beaming seats
The oven hot, get up and grind
Hit the the town, when the motherfuckin sun goes down
Cranked the knob to 96, but they can t relate
Lost my way down these back street roads, i can t leave
who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream
I can t leave, i can t leave, underneath the bullets that would ricochet
the oven hot
where you taking me
crack a tall can right beside the lake
Who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream, when my motherfuckin chevy came down, where you taking me
Cranked the knob to 96, who the fuck are they to say that i can t dream Home, i m thinking about the shit that never stops
got me feeling like home ain t the place to be
Crack a tall can right beside the lake, even when the love is gone
Free my mind, where you taking me
see i got goals
ol back street roads