Way before platinum there was a we used to go and ride for at a time on a country road is troubling, you can let it go I get out of the car and walk it, visit the river and talk to it Simply saying, "Mr. water, is it that you running from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you for?" Now knowing (Why the Bird Sings) is wishing to be free Reminded myself of and it's hold on me Touring, the children, women, resistance Religion means so to me, the church don't see enough of me way, that way, bending corners trying to get away Sometimes you to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day BACK in the car now, headed for the store God, what a vivid scene, digging what I just Rolled up another one, still in a daze Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country
I want to go On the country and get blowed On the country roads roll on the country roads again
Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hogging, dog, ain't no joke We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for they no hope It's cutthroat, we starving, charging for the front do' You want We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go Been shoving folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to and bear it The second and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling Grab a rose and me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures
Man country roads making me zone out Riding through all the bullshit that poppa would scold But soon as my hustle got good I out Quick to I-24, come back with plenty mo' By '97 I was smoking o The chains and the Willie was the dress code We our littlest cousin Gwin, a skid row Tony Renfrow rest in your kinfolks, I miss y'all
(Dude what the are we doing?) Back deep on these country roads blowing, getting in with my mind No worries striped lines and curve-filled signs When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow While I recline, in my seats Hit the trees and repeat And let the melody of these roads keep my soul upbeat No destination proposed, just these country roads... Listen, this killer's that's to catch a court case Split wig apart quicker than the divorce rate Niggaz show out, go in the corpse cage Blow out in the news and I don't the sports page Get drowned in Lake, could get found in horse cave Fool, get down, the crazy! Lil' Stille's with ambition, to fill my position Replace me, but by the grace still existing Should be in depression La trill is missing, in prison Little Ricky was snitching, now he's a born-again Christian Always had my suspicions, our with bad addictions Family members gone on a mission, we miss 'em See you can travel straight two different coasts State to state, navigate this globe In search of a full of food for the soul I could taste it when the smoke hit my On a place country roads