Back Seat Rulers

Name: Back Seat Rulers
Duration: 268 s
Description: Back Seat Rulers by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Regret don’t knock, it just sits in the back seat Watching every turn like it already know how this…”

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Back Seat Rulers lyrics

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Intro

Yeah... pulled over on the shoulder again... The Turnpike don’t care about your plans...

Verse 1

Humidity hanging on the block don’t want you to leave Exhaust and rain mixing in the air, the kind of night that make you believe That the blue lights in the rearview might be looking for somebody else tonight Desire in the glow from the club on the Turnpike, promising everything will be alright Fear in the way your phone stay silent when the money short and the rent due Regret in the back seat already, sitting quiet like it paid for the ride too Corner store buzzing at three AM, the door chime sound like a warning shot The cashier counting slow, she seen too many nights like this, she know what you got But the real rulers don’t need to speak to run the whole show They just ride, three deep, deciding how far you get to go

Chorus

Regret don’t knock, it just sits in the back seat Watching every turn like it already know how this gon’ end Fear riding shotgun with the map in its hand Desire got the gas, pressing down every time you try to slow it again

Verse 2

On I-95 the weight sit different, like the whole car leaning to one side Liberty City in the rearview, the house you left with promises you couldn’t keep this time Fear of the repo man showing up at the door when the lights off and the kids asleep Desire for the quick flip that could clear the tab and let you breathe for a week Regret of the last time you chose the money over the call from your people Now the weight of that choice sitting in your chest like a stone you can’t move or see through The Palmetto don’t care about your plans, it just keep moving cars along You gripping the wheel tighter, like holding on could change where you belong But the weight don’t get lighter when you ignore it, it just spreads To your shoulders, your jaw, the way you talk to the ones you love when the pressure on your head

Verse 3

Opa-Locka exit coming up, the same one you took the night everything changed The Palmetto stretching out like a mirror you can’t look away from even if you wanted You catch your own eyes in the rearview, and for a second you don’t recognize the man Fear looking back at you, the same one you swore you’d never let win again Desire in the lines on your face from the nights you chose the fast lane over the right one Regret in the way your hands shake a little when the phone ring and it’s not the one you want The rain on the glass blurring everything, like the world tryna hide what you became You see the cycle in your own reflection, and it don’t even say your name But the mirror don’t lie when the lights low and the beat drop slow It just show you the truth you been running from, the one you already know

Verse 4

On four forty-one the fight feel real, like the road itself tryna test your grip Seven ninth in the distance, the corner where you learned that fear could make you slip You swinging at the fear that tell you stay small, stay safe, don’t take the risk But desire whispering that the only way out is through the fire, through the fist Regret already got its hands up, blocking every good intention you throw You fighting all three at once, in the middle of the storm, and they don’t never go The engine screaming like it tired of carrying the weight of your decisions You yelling back at the night like it owe you something for all the nights you been missing But the enemy ain’t outside the car, it never was It’s the three in the seats with you, and they been winning ’cause you let ’em ride shotgun

Verse 5

So when the young one ask why you don’t chase the same things no more You tell him the truth about the back seat, how it don’t never open the door Fear will have you hiding in the house with the lights off when the world calling Desire will have you betting everything on a hand that was already falling Regret will have you looking back at the man you coulda been if you chose different But the lesson is you can still turn the wheel, even when the road look the same in the distance On the porch light on seven ninth, with the rain coming down soft You pass it to him straight, no sugar, ’cause the game don’t care if you get lost These three run the world, but they don’t have to run you Not if you see ’em for what they are, and choose who you let in the car too

Outro

The back seat don’t knock... It just sits there... Yeah...

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