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Backwoods

 

Backwoods

(álbum: Heart Of America - 2016)


(Let the band play)
(Oh yeah) Backwoods

From the oak trees, to the hayfields, to the bonfire on a Friday (Yeah)
I grew up in the backwoods with a few crackers behind me (Aw yeah)
Some back stabbed me, some stayed real, some live past them Pearly Gates
Some hate me, some love me, some call me the redneck Kevin Gates
And I don't care what these critics say (Fuck), I'ma do shit how I want it (Aw yeah)
I've been to Music Row and all them bitches wanna own me (To hell with that)
Just sign your life away to make a couple, I'ma pass on that (Nah)
And keep on rocking in this square body, ass tilted back
'Cause you can't tell me shit (Hell nah) no these boys can't tell me nothing
'Cause I'm out here from the rut while these other one just bluffing (What's up)
Ryan Stone looking ass, Luke Bryan lookalike
I'm hanging out with crazy honkeys who ride flat black motorbikes (What's up)

Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

I borrow one in a bass boat, pop bucks with no tags
Drink beer with them old heads rocking long hair in them dewrags (What's up)
I'ma stand my ground till my legs give, I'ma speak real till I'm 60 (What's up)
Gonna stomp back in these mud holes till this whole country is cold (Aw yeah)
'Cause one thing I've realized is I see shit through these real eyes
And a lot of folks in disguise but I'm here now so that won't fly
I'll call your bluff on speed dial, leaving verse on your voicemail
Show all of my tattoos if you try and ride my coat tails

Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

Back then chicks didn't get me, now I'm hot, they all want me
Got one chick that I mess with, that ratchet shit I don't want it
No new trucks in my driveway, no pocket full of them hundos
Trailer park shit, hillbilly mother bitch, white boy sitting here and I'm still broke
Pour some octane in my tank, I'm a two stroke blowing blue smoke
Busting up heads like egg yolks 'cause folks take me as a pure joke
But I'm aiming high with this new scope, no contract, don't need those
If I need help I'll come get some but I damn sure ain't no average Joe
And I damn sure don't need no shows, I'll make music straight put it out
Go shoot guns with my homeboys, this is real talk from a real mouth
From a real man in the real south, don't even get it twisted
I ain't no damn pretend and I damn sure won't surrender

Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the death of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

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