Goin' Back - Mother Trucker

In a foreign land There were creatures at play Running hand in hand Leading nowhere to stay Driven to the mountains high They were sunken in the cities deep Livin' in my sleep I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay When fire fills the sky I'll still remember that day These rocks I'm climbin' down Have already left the ground Careening through space I used to build these buildings I used to walk next to you Their shadows tore us apart And now we do what we do Driven to the mountains high Sunken in the cities deep Livin' in our sleep I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay I feel like goin' back Back where there's nowhere to stay

I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well in my youth I think I'm returning to The days when I was young enough to know the truth Now there are no games to only pass the time No more electric trains, no more trees to climb Thinking young and growing older is no sin And I can play the game of life to win I can recall a time When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend Now I think I've got A lot more than just my toys to lend Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide And every day can be my magic carpet ride A little bit of freedom is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back A little bit of courage is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back Goin' back

I think I'm going back To the things I learnt so well in my youth I think I'm returning to Those days when I was young enough to know the truth Now there are no games To only pass the time No more colouring books No Christmas bells to chime But thinking young and growing older is no sin And I can't play the game of life to win I can recall a time When I wasn't ashamed to reach out to a friend And now I think I've got A lot more than just my toys to lend Now there's more to do Than watch my sailboat glide And every day can be My magic carpet ride And I can play hide and seek with my fears And live my days instead of counting my years Then everyone debates The true reality I'd rather see the world The way it used to be A little bit of freedom's all we lack So catch me if you can I'm going back

I put this wood in the air, I'm trying to get higher than Ja Morant Fuck a amg, told Rossy I'm trying to push the cat If I see the lights I'm hitting gas I ain't going back Pressure pack, watch me roll it up while she throw it back Fritters in this wood bout a 7 I'm trying to stuff it It's poles in this coupe where the stash I'm trying to stuff them I can't really talk about them sticks cause I done bust them But I can really talk about that road cause I been done it Shawty got them cakes I'm trying to bake her like some muffins Put that coochie in the air arch that back I'm trying to stuff it Told little baby she can blow dick but bitch we not fucking Put a switch on this blower now its blowing like a trumpet Bandhuntas for the win they got us playing in the functions Miles Bridges how I slam beats and score a easy bucket Little baby got me aggravated she keep making up assumptions I stepped back from half court they got me feeling like fuck it This BH ain't bounty hunters but its longlive luckett Like pipe it down just a couple notches cause baby we ain't fussing How the fuck you shooting and we ain't never seen you tussle Thats dummy shit Niggas straight hams and I can't fuck wit them Just take a sip Sike this purple juice I just poed a fifth Thoroughbred soldier it's no discussion when im upping it All I want in life is money, and Lauren London bitch I promise when them bullets hit the car me and Dre ain't even flinch I hit the gas, he popped stash and now we trying to up our blicks Heaven sent I'm on a mission swear I'm really gods kid Youngest from the trenches I had dreams of being big If we talking alley oops I really threw a lot of them Niggas wave hopping, they couldn't ride it then went to politic These seven sixty-twos knocking houses, its ding dong ditch I said your bitch nickname Lilo, cause baby keep it stitch And fuck a handout, ain't you see how rico did mitch? And Im a ball like Lou Williams even if I play the bench I'm trying to make my mama proud Remember Fallas clothes and Marshall's drip Now it's rolling loud I can really make that money flip I just need a pound I'm bagging eighths up out the zip I popped that boy and left town And now I'm popping out in Ksubi jeans, McQueens for my feet A fitted hat from your hood and I got bands on me And you ain't getting shit free This morton in my cup I poured up and dozed to sleep Drop the top and bump this shit all through this nice summer breeze

She drove an '81 Peterbilt 18-wheeler Jet black with pink mud flaps It was a mean piece of metal with lightning in the pedal Thunder comin' out the back And them boys would chuckle when they saw her buckle Herself in the captain's seat But nobody was laughin' when she'd go to passin' Smilin' at them real sweet She is hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber A real gear jammer, a white line wonder Yeah, you only get one, and I wouldn't want another 'Cause mama was a bad mother trucker (Bad mother) Bad (Bad mother) Yeah, she was a bread winner, ain't no stoppin' her Stayed shot out of a gun Had me at a truck stop, just north of 40 In her cab on a Flagstaff run I was raised on jerky from here to Albuquerque Went to school on her ol' CB She made a name for herself, taught me how to spell R-E-S-P-E-C-T She is hell on wheels where the road meets the rubber A real gear jammer, a white line wonder Yeah, you only get one, and I wouldn't want another 'Cause mama was a bad mother, bad mother, bad mother Bad mother trucker, baby (bad mother) (Bad mother) Bad (Bad mother) (Bad mother) That's bad She's the reason I rock, the reason I roll I make my livin' on this road The reason that smoke stays in the stack My gone don't wanna go back Bad mother, bad mother, bad mother, bad mother, bad mother Bad mother, bad mother, bad mother, bad mother Bad mother, bad mother, bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother) Bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother) Yeah, she's bad (Bad mother) She's a bad mother trucker (Bad mother) Bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother) She's a bad mother trucker (Bad mother) She's a bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother) (Bad mother) (Bad mother) (Bad mother) Jet black, I'll paint your mudflap (Bad mother) She's a bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother) She's a bad mother trucker, baby (Bad mother)