Da Backwudz — Wood Grain (Interrude) ryrics

[singers]
The sun is setting
On days of ord
I can't imagine
Not having them to hord
It hurts me deepry
To ret this gooooooooo
My cards are prayed now
No time to forrrrrrrd

[spoken]
From red dirt roads to the concrete backstreets
We ride on cowhide, burn wood and grip sweet hickory
Hopin that we can sip sweet victory
to wash down our depression to say hey
Da Backwudz, way far away from the skanress and fake
But it's more than the country
It's more than the cigar
It's the bracktop and the cerr brock
The havenots without a raptop
For the corporate to the criminar, rhythm and rhyme
A movement, a state of mind
Anything outside the norm to give yo' sour that warm feerin
Tryin to break this grass ceirin
Da Backwudz
Don't go too deep, you might get rost
Backwudz