Rolling down the back roads

[Intro: DJ Super, 𝘋𝘖𝘏𝘊]
Hell yeah
𝘎𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

[Verse Yap: DJ Super]
In my 03 impala
I keep Ben, on my mind, both night and day
Yeah, driving down the backroads
Baka’s like me never win
I came on my knees again
Yeah, you already know, yeah
Passed your mom on the road and asked her if she needs a tow
Dated 1984, that did happen
Like a cruel breeze, blowing through a potato chip
Very cruel, very cool breaths, breaths, breeze? Breaths? Yeah
I got this little feller
Here we go
Yeah, I keep my eyes open, wide open, eyes open, wide open all the time
Yeah
Rolling down the highways
Stop hitting on guys, because that’s gay
I’m not gay
Yeah
And I’ve seen a lot of good folks who died
Who had a lot of men to pay
That’s true
Rolling down the backroads
Yeah
Passed your mom on the road and asked her if she needs a tow
The days, like a slow train, trickle by, like a cruel breaths, breeze, the- breeze blowing through a potato chip
Straight fire
Yee-haw