This is a song about "Country roads"

Clap two times if you drunk

I'm paving roads to payment

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Please put that in your notes

Im staying off the roads

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

Long roads to travel to stand tall i'll bother

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hustle for dis country money