Lyrics:
to help his mom at home
Tell my Rose to try to find another
'Cause it ain't right that she should live alone
Mister here's a bag with all my money
It
up and see stars when u hop inside the back seat you want war we can get it off the backstreet
Got the Draco hangin out the black Jeep two chains on me
even ask me
Women in the front seat, niggas in the back seat
All my flaws on front street (what if I'm)
Cruising through the backstreets (what if I'm,
I got to be making decisions (like)
If I do this I could make a prevention
Ay and I hop on the bus
Playing among us that boy is sus (no cap)
All I
of light
Chrous:
All you people can't you see, can't you see
How your love's affecting our reality
Every time we're down
You can make it right
And that
Working on my limits don't hold back
Bass so hard its bumping like Backstreet Boys
In my city yeah that true fact
Work it out
Live it up
Loving life
Loving
Under the street lights
Pit stop by the park
And rolled a blunt tight
Fuck I left my lighter at home
But I ain't turning back
Bought a bic on the corner
boys and girls
Just falling in love, living the life, yeah
Middle of nowhere feels about right
Keeping it old school, just the way we like
Married
baby, hey baby, hey!
Hey baby baby
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
Boys say, boys say
Hey baby, hey baby, hey!
All the boys get the girls in the back
I'm
and all of his songs
I'm rolling my spliff with my team the only two things that can never do wrong
Backstreets
Yeah I take them on way back when faded
I was raised in the shadows of an old cotton mill
Back when believin' was the style
Small town heaven and a big-eyed boy
Made sweet music for
Man and a woman lie in bed together
Tears on her pillow all week long
You can draw a straight line right between 'em
And a boy and a girl take
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(It's a Wayne beat) we're all bosses here
So what then
Charlie? We're gonna vote on everything?
That's right (His
Queens, New York
Flushing shit
(We back again)
That's right
Yo
Sour smoke out the nasal
The Pad Thai noodle topped off with basil
Sistine
dream about the world that I never seen
Leave this place and move on by all my memories
Moving through the city
Backstreet alleyways and boulevard busies
on the wrong end of flying ninja stars
Swimming with barracudas they tried to eat my heart
But you just can't tear it up like it's the Backstreet Boys
To fall
shot yo daddy in the back for playing & capping,
Still on the backstreets,
I keep a drac on the passenger switch on a glizzy the K in the backseat,
300
randomer's motorbike
Watch your hair fly by as you cling on tight
And you laugh, and I wonder what it's like
Livin' up life on the backstreets
Tryna find God
the vehicle right,
Shift, I put the gear through 5 guillotine drive yeah I'm playing with your life,
Speeding down the backstreet alley,
Doing 95 from
To see my Rose and get to know my son
Give my love to Rose please won't you mister
Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes
Tell my boy
and I'm drunk
And I found that pretty little thing I was eyeing up right behind of the junk
As it all transpires she don't live far from the place that I
ferrari
And Rosa could park that bitch in her driveway
2 seaters ain't meant for the poor
But people get tired of a taking back seat
Being underground
with the boys
With all her charms
(All her charms)
But I still love her so
And, brother, don't you know
I'd welcome her right back here
In my
with the boys
With all her charms
(All her charms)
But I still love her so
And, brother, don't you know
I'd welcome her right back here
In my
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