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lute – home lyrics

[chorus: lute]
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 f-ck are they to say that i can’t dream?
i say 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 f-ck are they to say that i can’t dream?
i say backstreet roads, where you taking me?

[verse 1: lute]
when the motha’f-ckin’ sun go down, street lights illuminate
death toll acc-mulate
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 the hour trying to explain, but they can’t relate
when i’m just tryna’ f-ckin’ provide n-gg-, for heaven’s sake
never asked a n-gg- for sh-t, and that’s safe to say
see i got goals, and as long as i got goals to chase i could give two f-cks what they place today
now i’m on the porch like a villain how a n-gg- 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 willin’, i be feelin’ like someday i wouldn’t see these yours, 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 me

[verse 2: elevator jay]
when my motherf-ckin’ chevy came down, d-mn, flatline
i’m preppin’ to [?] on 485 at nine
sweatin’ on my leather, so i’m beaming [?] seats
and gotta handle my business fast, 12 creepin’ for no reason, please believe it, i’m thinking about the sh-t that never stops
i’m boomin’ but i’m fuming, like he vroomin’ like a chevy block
brain tired off a week of work
a n-gg- just wanna chief some purp’, split sh-lls and eat dessert
crack a tall can right beside the lake
[?]
i was unemployed, had to make it shake
like speakers b-mpin’ miami b-ss, get up and grind, find a plate
sh-t, i’m far from perfect, but i’m filthy rich
birthed on some fish n’ grits, i’m full like a can of schlitz
the oven hot, i grabbed the oven mits
cranked the kn-b to 96, b-mpin’ somethin’ southern b–tch!
the oven hot, i grabbed the oven mits
cranked the kn-b to 96, b-mpin’ somethin’ southern b–tch!

[chorus: lute]
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 f-ck are they to say that i can’t dream?
i say 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 f-ck are they to say that i can’t dream?
i say backstreet roads, where you taking me?

[outro: lute]
as i walk through the 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 down these back street roads
as i walk through the valley
lord, free my mind

- lute lyrics

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