Backroad Intro Lyrics

You said I owe you things, Ok anything

I'm a new Solo, fuck ya like it's slow mo

It's a private life I'm sorry that you don't know

Take you out and get the Prada re-edition

Long brown hair with the San Diego fitted

Girl my memory is photographic vivid

So I know that you remember how I hit it

Flying into Phoenix like it's 88 degrees

You in my statements

You in my spaceship

I'm dropping blue pills inside my Fanta

And I'm in New York I'm Alexandra

Miami gardens laying over in Atlanta

Oh she a pretty girl, she a dancer

Oh you could call me I won't answer

I give a fuck if you don't like the way I'm living

On a backroad I might pay your ass a visit

Busy I been sorry that we barley ever talk

And when I finish up I'll give you everything I got

I know I been busy and we barley linking up

Last night I was thinking have I even done enough

For you cause girl I got ya you know how I feel about it

For you cause I been fiending even when I'm not around it

For you

For you

For you

For you

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