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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kidd G
Kidd G
Performer
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Horne
Gabriel Horne
Songwriter
Ryan Jeffrey Anderson
Ryan Jeffrey Anderson
Songwriter
Jason Farris Brown
Jason Farris Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ryini Beats
Ryini Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
[Verse 2]
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find Kidd G and me with all our friends
I thank the Lord 'cause he forgave us for all our sins
And next week we gonna do it again (Lord help us)
It ain't our fault, it's just the way we was raised
We hunt, fish and fight, and work hard to get paid
Nobody owe you nothing, gotta make your own way
My name is Colt, not Clint Eastwood, and I'ma make your day
[Verse 3]
Yeah, when they told me to spit this shit
I told Kidd G I'ma kill this beat
Don't matter if you wood or hood
Everybody in the street gonna feel this heat
We talk about rippin' lips
We talk about droppin' butts
We 'bout them country girls with the big ole butts up in our trucks
We out here doin' it our way
Highway don't work around here
Yes ma'am, no sir, still our way
Talk back, get clapped around here
I tried to tell 'em, Kidd
But some of these folks just wouldn't listen
Them motor roads is what they missin'
Sing it, son
[Verse 4]
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Know that it's true
They don't like the things we do
I hope you know that no one else gonna love you
The way I do
Yeah, so let's go live life on the edge
Do not push me 'cause I'm close
Can't nobody find the city sticks
I swear we turn to ghosts
They ain't used to the life that we be livin'
Yeah, I'm thankful for this town and what I'm given
[Verse 5]
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
[Verse 6]
They can never get like us
F-O-R-D jacked up truck
With a 35 rack and they kickin' up mud
With this colt 45, I can't be touched
I'm a Georgia boy where I'm born and raised
I done came a long way from my backroad days
AR-15's what I say
Nicky out the window got good aim
Push and shove, we love to fight
I'm the king of this town when I'm on the mic
Kidd is still goin' down, I don't get no rest
Eatin' cathead biscuit and cornbread
I'm backroads slidin', blue lights hidin'
Do it all night, yeah, that's just me
If you're lookin' for me, keep lookin' for me
I'm down the road out in the county
[Verse 7]
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Down the road where the blacktop ends
You can find me with all my friends
Written by: Jason Farris Brown, Jonathan Gabriel Horne, Ryan Jeffrey Anderson
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