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Back on the Road Video (MV)




Performed By: Cordae
Featuring: Lil Wayne
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Carter




Cordae - Back on the Road Lyrics
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[ Featuring Lil Wayne ]

(Thank you, Jesus)
Listen

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

These world is a motherf*cker
Filled with all type of bloodsuckers
Put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worst feelin' when you tryna run up a million
But they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost?
Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again
Never let niggas up close
So f*ck- and f*ck his mama too
This dedication, boy, I want the drama too
And I ain't gangster, dog,, but I'd grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be f*ckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
F*ck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs only with the highest view

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

I already told y'all, then I showed y'all
Blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me, bite the doors off
I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off
If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trespass and I'ma cut his toes off
Much faster than I cut my hoes off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off
I'm Hugh Heffner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws
Spittin' 24 karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blow torch
Spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge
Been high since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you
You think this a game, and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda
I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a solider
My nigga just had a daughter
I just went and bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father
I just went brought him my shoulder

And I'm gettin' smarter and older
Call Mr. Carter the Yoda
We do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami
F*ck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama
Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover
I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
They niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

(Thank you, Jesus)
(Thank you, Jesus)
(We'll praise You forever)
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(Thank you, Jesus)
Listen

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

These world is a motherf*cker
Filled with all type of bloodsuckers
Put that shit on my blood brother
Ain't no worst feelin' when you tryna run up a million
But they don't got no love for ya
Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost?
Man, this shit is so cutthroat (thank you, Jesus)
That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again
Never let niggas up close
So f*ck- and f*ck his mama too
This dedication, boy, I want the drama too
And I ain't gangster, dog,, but I'd grill a nigga and step over you like Tyronn Lue
Quick pause, but this music industry be f*ckin' niggas like a damn prostitute
F*ck 12, but shit, I could cop a few new cribs only with the highest view

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
These niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

I already told y'all, then I showed y'all
Blam-blam, then I drove off
Xans got me, bite the doors off
I ran out, I pop a Zoloft
If he nosy, I'ma knock his nose off
If he holy, I'ma send his soul off (thank you, Jesus)
Trespass and I'ma cut his toes off
Much faster than I cut my hoes off
If he rat, then I'ma cut his tail off
I'm Hugh Heffner with my robe off
One mic, zero flaws
Spittin' 24 karat gold bars
To a gun fight, I bring a blow torch
Spendin' new money to fight a old charge
No such thing as no charge
Been high since the Cold War
I already told you like Cordae done told you
You think this a game, and I brought the controllers
Purple the rain, let it fall in the soda
I been drippin' so long, got water erosion
Heart of a solider
My nigga just had a daughter
I just went and bought her a stroller (thank you, Jesus)
My nigga just lost his father
I just went brought him my shoulder

And I'm gettin' smarter and older
Call Mr. Carter the Yoda
We do this all for the culture
I bought a house in Miami
F*ck it, I'm lyin', it's cheaper, I bought it in Boca
And my nigga just lost his mama
Ain't shit I can do, I just called him and offered some closure
Then I pulled off in a Rover
I thought that I told ya, my nigga, the talkin' is over

I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them Xans
This shit just might be my demise (woo, woo, woo)
Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends
They niggas gon' wear a disguise
Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love
But this shit doesn't come by surprise (thank you, Jesus)
Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream
Dog, you just gotta open your eyes

(Thank you, Jesus)
(Thank you, Jesus)
(We'll praise You forever)
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Writer: Cordae Dunston, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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