Backroads and 808 Plates

Mud on the chrome

Drive-thru fries gettin' cold in the console

Sticker on the back say “Bless this home”

But I’m cussin’ at the road, tryna beat that sundown

Cornfield wind through the window

Red dirt dust in the shadow of the silos

Mama on the line say “boy, take it slow”

But I’m livin’ kinda fast for this one-lane zip code

I’m that backroads and 808 plates (yeah)

Bible on the dash, still ridin’ with the snakes (hey!)

Cooler in the bed, got the weekend paid

Boots in the gravel, but my tongue still swang

I’m that backroads and 808 plates (uh)

Small-town heart with a big-city taste

Can’t box me in, I was built this way

I’m that backroads and 808 plates

Snapback low, got a scar on my cheekbone

From a fight by the river that I shoulda left alone

She’s sittin’ in the cab in her cutoff jeans

Singin’ every wrong word like it’s meant to be

Gas light on, but we still do laps

Round the same four blocks like a flex we flash

Sheriff know my name, just shakes his head

“Boy, you talk like the city but you work like your dad”

I’m that backroads and 808 plates (yeah)

Bible on the dash, still ridin’ with the snakes (woo!)

Cooler in the bed, got the weekend paid

Boots in the gravel, but my tongue still swang

I’m that backroads and 808 plates

Small-town heart with a big-city taste

Can’t box me in, I was built this way

I’m that backroads and 808 plates (backroads and 808 plates)