This is a song about "The country roads"

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But the fact of the matter is, were a country in need of saving

No dough she was broke as she blowed the clowns on the roads in town

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit