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Adam Calhoun

Whoa

 

Whoa

(album: Billy G.O.A.T. - 2020)


Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say
Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say

Got a gun in the glovebox, one on the seat
Plus I got about a half a dozen felonies
More money more problems so now I got beef
And I ain't tryin to box so you can catch three
Let it breathe
Ok, proceed
You a long way from city lights and concrete
You could lose your life, get buried by a tree
Or you can do right and walk right around me
And you could get killed cause of who you standing next to
I could send a crazy white boy out to check you
Suggest you make your next move, your best move
'Cause out here you ain't getting rescued
And there ain't no GPS
No ambulance, police, and no EMS
That's a lot of pressure to deal with the stress
So how you gonna breathe with my foot on your chest

Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say
Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say

Yea I'm violent
Violence
Riot
Don't like it
You keep getting pushed around, maybe you should try it
Rather live on my feet then on my knees dying
And I don't mind beef, maybe you should diet
Silence
Okay, let's keep ridin
Down this country road I'm in the Chevy flying
So much smoke, barely open up my eyelids
And I'm just hopin I can find where you hiding
Let's take a walk where the sidewalk ends
I don't talk, I don't fold, I don't break, I don't bend
You could be yourself but you try to pretend
To be somebody else just so you could blend in
So where we go from here
You're stuck to the bottom cause your vision ain't clear
I hung with the bottom but they tried to hold me there
And now I'm at the top and they swear it ain't fair

Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say
Whoa, we ain't goin fold
We been down this old lonely road, that country road
Everybody can't go
Get lost, won't make it home
I say

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