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• Artiste: Rvshvd
• Titre: For The Streets
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I like the way it sounds when you get your truck runnin' If it was up to her, she'd put the thang down (Down) I like the way it smells when I know it's rain comin' But she don't like the way it hit the tin on the house I keep it old school (Old school), it done got me this far She like them city dudes (City dudes) with them plug-in cars Only thing I'm pluggin' up is the TV for the game And I put it on me, I ain't never gonna change Damn, girl, tell me what's wrong With a little homegrown, drinkin' water out the hose Damn, girl, what's so bad About a little bit of gravel when you're flyin' down the road? No, she ain't like my livin' She couldn't wait to head to the city Took a little time, but now I see I was made for a backroad She was made for the streets I know sometimes that it made you wonder Why I chose the sticks over concrete jungles Keep your city lights, give me stars at night It hurt when you left, but I'll be alright 'cause Damn, girl, tell me what's wrong With a little homegrown, drinkin' water out the hose Damn, girl, what's so bad About a little bit of gravel when you're flyin' down the road? No, she ain't like my livin' She couldn't wait to head to the city Took a little time, but now I see I was made for a backroad She was made for the streets Damn, girl, tell me what's wrong With a little homegrown, drinkin' water out the hose Damn, girl, what's so bad About a little bit of gravel when you're flyin' down the road? Nah, she ain't like my livin' She couldn't wait to head to the city Took a little time, but now I see I was made for a backroad Damn, girl, tell me what's wrong With a little homegrown, drinkin' water out the hose Damn, girl, what's so bad About a little bit of gravel when you're flyin' down the road? No, she ain't like my livin' She couldn't wait to head to the city Took a little time, but now I see I was made for a backroad She was made for the streets