Shoulda Took a Back Road
Got arrested on the south side, I had too much to drink
First time I got a DUI, man I didn't know what to think
Should I say I wasn't drinking, or should I just own up
Soon as they breathalyzed me, man shit blew up
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out as fast as he can
The sweet taste of tequila, I don't need no chase
But when I saw those red lights, felt like GTA
Wish I just called an Uber, or maybe a Lyft
Now my truck is going down to the compound lift
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out fast as he can
Was hanging out at the old pub, with my friends pouring rounds
Drinking beers with a cute girl, tryna bring her out of town
Next thing I was blacked out, couldn't walk a straight line
So all I could say was, well I had a great night
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out fast as he can
First time I got a DUI, man I didn't know what to think
Should I say I wasn't drinking, or should I just own up
Soon as they breathalyzed me, man shit blew up
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out as fast as he can
The sweet taste of tequila, I don't need no chase
But when I saw those red lights, felt like GTA
Wish I just called an Uber, or maybe a Lyft
Now my truck is going down to the compound lift
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out fast as he can
Was hanging out at the old pub, with my friends pouring rounds
Drinking beers with a cute girl, tryna bring her out of town
Next thing I was blacked out, couldn't walk a straight line
So all I could say was, well I had a great night
Shoulda took a back road, slammed 8 beers and drove home
I don't know what was going on in my head
Vision's feeling blurry, gotta tell the jury
Hope my agent gets me out fast as he can
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