Backroad Intro

(Verse 1)
You said I owe you things, Ok anything
I'm a new Solo, fuck ya like it's slow mo
It's a private life i'm sorry that you don't know
Take you out and get the Prada re-edition
Long brown hair with the San Diego fitted
Girl my memory is photographic vivid
So I know that you remember how I hit it
Flying into Phoenix like it's 88 degrees
You in my statements
You in my spaceship
I'm dropping blue pills inside my Fanta
And I'm in New York I'm Alexandra
Miami gardens laying over in Atlanta
Oh she a pretty girl, she a dancer
Oh you could call me I won't answer
I give a fuck if you don't like the way i'm living
On a backroad I might pay your ass a visit

(Hook)
Busy I been sorry that we barley еver talk
And when I finish up I'll give you еverything I got
I know I been busy and we barley linking up
Last night I was thinking have I even done enough
For you cause girl I got ya you know how I feel about it
For you cause I been fiending even when I'm not around it

(Outro)
For you
For you
For you
For you
Oh