Way platinum there was a place we used to go and ride for hours at a time on a 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?" the bird in the tree, "What is it that you humming for?" Now knowing (Why the Caged Sings) is wishing to be free Reminded of life and it's hold on me Touring, the children, women, sexual Religion means so much to me, the don't see enough of me This way, that way, corners trying to get away Sometimes you to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day BACK in the car now, for the liquor store God, a vivid scene, digging what I just seen Rolled up one, still in a daze though Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the roads
I just to go On the country and get blowed On the country roads roll Been on the country roads
Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hogging, Nappy dog, no joke We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for problem no hope It's cutthroat, we hungry starving, charging for the do' You mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go Been shoving folk for miles, yes I'm the type to grin 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 rolling river a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures
Man these country making me zone out Riding all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout But soon as my got good I showed out Quick to jump I-24, come with plenty mo' By '97 I was smoking o The chains and the Willie was the dress code We lost our cousin Gwin, a skid row Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss
(Dude what the are we doing?) Back deep on these country roads blowing, getting in with my mind No worries just striped lines and curve-filled When all the events the day, good or bad, somehow rewind While I recline, in my seats Hit the trees and press And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul No destination proposed, just these country roads... Listen, this killer's that's willing to catch a court Split your wig apart quicker the divorce rate Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse out in the news and I don't mean the sports page Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse Fool, get down, the crazy! Lil' Stille's ambition, itching to fill my position Replace me, but by the grace still existing Should be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now he's a Christian Always had my suspicions, our with bad addictions Family gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em See you can travel straight through two coasts State to state, this beautiful globe In search of a plate full of food for the I could taste it when the smoke hit my On a place called roads