Lyrics : Vikror Cyparisovich Korneplod
Music : Vikror Cyparisovich Korneplod
(Yeah) Caught down wit no money
She only lied to me
Swearing on the soul is eternal
Till you let it slip
I know deep down u couldn’t cope
Babe I could’ve been better
But I rather watch it all rot now
Than to spend it with you
This empty road would be less empty with you
Driving down the backroads
Just to make it back home
This empty road would be less empty with you
Driving down the backroads
Just to make it back-back
Driving down the backroads
Just to make it backroads
Driving down the backroads
Just to make it backroads
I left my old weak self to rot
So far behind
The trust we built it had me blind
Never left my mind
I couldn’t help but feel my soul
Wearing down with time
But fvck a dime I couldn’t help
But try you one more time
Cash money bands
The only thing I’ve got left
I’ve made my mind finna grind
It blind till I’m rotting underground for theft
Man fvck that money but my people need it
You flipped man I couldn’t believe it
I’m on my last stand wishing that I never left
Over the limit pushing 100 times
Escape from you
I won’t forget take it for granted
Now I’m hating you
I see you in the rear view trying
To make it back though
I haven’t got the clue that
You were always bad for me
(Bad for me, no stop between these world of sins)
(Bad for me, no stop between these world of sins)
(Bad for me, no stop between these world of sins)
(Bad for me, no stop between these world of sins)