Back Roads Ivan B

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[Verse 1: Ivan B]
I'm caring less of losing touch
I lost myself by keeping us
I'm wanting more like "what's enough?"
I'm driving faster just because
I learned a lot of simple things that many have passed
Like you won't find your future by hooking up with your last
Moppin' up these floors
Can you see it through my lense?
Hustle with this moppin'
Ima trade it for a benz
Whippin up in the kitchen
You can invite all of your friends
Cook it up fresh, oh, thank you, come again
Youngin' from the Bay
Slidin' through on the scene
Rockin' denim, killin' beats
Yeah, it must be the jeans
With all the snakes in the yard
I'm always out on the road
With all the cards that you're dealt
Sometimes you let it unfold
I got phone calls from home, like
"Why aren't you home?"
She like "You should move in,"
But I already moved on, damn
Tell me where that leave me at
Tell me where that genie at
I gotta couple wishes, and I'm startin' with this TV, yeah
Lots of material things
Hung on this chain on my neck
She wears all these beautiful things
Worth about ten of my checks
Suffocating girl, I need to escape
And right now a road trip's only thing I can take