Down the Road (Remix)
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Yeah, yeah
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find Kidd G and me with all our friends
I thank the Lord 'cause he forgave us for all our sins
And next week we gon' do it again (Lord, help us)
It ain't our fault it's just the way we was raised
We hunt, fish, and fight and work hard to get paid
Nobody owe you nothing gotta make your own way
My name is Colt I clamp beats and I can make your day
Yeah, when they told me to spit this shit
I told Kidd G I'ma kill this beat (woo)
Don't matter if you wood or hood everybody in the street gonna feel this heat (yes sir)
We talk about rippin' lips (uh-huh)
We talk about droppin' bucks (that's right)
We 'bout them country girls and the big ol' butts up in our trucks
We out here doin' it our way, highway don't work around here (you know)
Yes, ma'am no sir our way, talk back get clapped around here (get clapped)
I tried to tell 'em Kidd, saw these folks just wouldn't listen
Them motor roads is what they missin'
Sing it, son
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Know that it's true
They don't like the things we do
I hope you know that no one else gonna love you
The way I do
Yeah, so let's go live life on the edge
Do not push me 'cause I'm close
Can't nobody find the city sticks I swear we turn to ghosts
They ain't used to the life that we be livin'
Yeah, I'm thankful for this town and what I'm given
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
They can never get like us F-O-R-D jacked up truck
With a 35 rack and they kickin' up mud
With this Colt 45 I can't be touched
I'm a Georgia boy where I'm born and raised
I done came a long way since my backroad days
AR-15's what I say
Nicky out the window got good aim
Push to shove we love to fight
I'm the king of this town when I'm on the mic
Kidd is still goin' down, I don't get no rest
Eating cathead bisque and cornbread
I'm backroads slidin', blue lights hidin', yeah
Do it all night, yeah, that's just me
If you're lookin' for me keep lookin' for me
I'm down the road in the county (come on)
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Yeah, yeah
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find Kidd G and me with all our friends
I thank the Lord 'cause he forgave us for all our sins
And next week we gon' do it again (Lord, help us)
It ain't our fault it's just the way we was raised
We hunt, fish, and fight and work hard to get paid
Nobody owe you nothing gotta make your own way
My name is Colt I clamp beats and I can make your day
Yeah, when they told me to spit this shit
I told Kidd G I'ma kill this beat (woo)
Don't matter if you wood or hood everybody in the street gonna feel this heat (yes sir)
We talk about rippin' lips (uh-huh)
We talk about droppin' bucks (that's right)
We 'bout them country girls and the big ol' butts up in our trucks
We out here doin' it our way, highway don't work around here (you know)
Yes, ma'am no sir our way, talk back get clapped around here (get clapped)
I tried to tell 'em Kidd, saw these folks just wouldn't listen
Them motor roads is what they missin'
Sing it, son
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Know that it's true
They don't like the things we do
I hope you know that no one else gonna love you
The way I do
Yeah, so let's go live life on the edge
Do not push me 'cause I'm close
Can't nobody find the city sticks I swear we turn to ghosts
They ain't used to the life that we be livin'
Yeah, I'm thankful for this town and what I'm given
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
They can never get like us F-O-R-D jacked up truck
With a 35 rack and they kickin' up mud
With this Colt 45 I can't be touched
I'm a Georgia boy where I'm born and raised
I done came a long way since my backroad days
AR-15's what I say
Nicky out the window got good aim
Push to shove we love to fight
I'm the king of this town when I'm on the mic
Kidd is still goin' down, I don't get no rest
Eating cathead bisque and cornbread
I'm backroads slidin', blue lights hidin', yeah
Do it all night, yeah, that's just me
If you're lookin' for me keep lookin' for me
I'm down the road in the county (come on)
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson, Jonathan Gabriel Horne, Jason Farris Brown
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