[Intro] Roll slow Seat leaned back Sun on my face Let it play like that (yeah)
[Verse 1] Got the palm trees talkin' like they know my name Little homies on the block still runnin' they game Auntie on the porch with a plate, say grace I kiss her on the cheek, wipe sauce off my face
Old school parked with the chrome on grin Air freshener swing when the breeze roll in Neighbor yell, "Turn it down," then he starts to dance He just mad that my day got a better chance
[Chorus] Backyard lowride dreams Cruisin' slow through everyday things From the grill to the greens to the tall blue sky We just ride, we just ride, let the world slide by
Backyard lowride dreams Same old chairs, brand new schemes If the good Lord willing and the gas stay high We still ride, we still ride, let the world slide by (uh)
[Verse 2] Text from my cousin say he fresh out, free Told him pull up, I got space by the tree Kids in the grass play tag with the dog Uncle in the corner tryna clear out the fog
Stories get bigger every time that he sip He swear he hit the lotto off a quarter and a tip I laugh, let him live, that's the fun in the tale Whole life feel sweet when you talk like you failed
[Chorus] Backyard lowride dreams Cruisin' slow through everyday things From the grill to the greens to the tall blue sky We just ride, we just ride, let the world slide by
Backyard lowride dreams Same old chairs, brand new schemes If the good Lord willing and the gas stay high We still ride, we still ride, let the world slide by (ride)
A zene stílusa
rap, Laid-back West Coast rap bounce, swung drums and round sub-bass, woozy G-funk leads and airy pads. Male vocals in a lazy pocket; verses unhurried, conversational, with ad-lib call-backs. Hook opens up with stacked gang-style chants and wide stereo talkbox doubles. Mix is warm and hazy, perfect for a slow head-nod and sun-faded speakers.