Say About Me (Remix)

(アルバム： Real Friends - 2019)

[Chris Janson:]
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock
And when you start out from the bottom, son
You scream when you're on top
From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet
The odds are always stacked against me
But there ain't nothing stopped me yet

'Cause I make money, I make music
I got swagger and I use it
Cowboy hat when I feel it
Feather in the back, Zebco reeling
Skip from a Bentley to a 350
I wake up in the morning, see how it hits me
At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Uh, yeah, that's right, sing it

See, I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen
And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree
A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
And before I knew it, there was platinum records up hanging on my wall
And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry, y'all

'Cause I make money, I make music
I got swagger and I use it
Cowboy hat when I feel it
Feather in the back, Zebco reeling
Skip from a Bentley to a 350
I wake up in the morning, see how it hits me
At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Alright, uh

[Offset:]
Offset
I got the baddest bitch in the game (Bad)
Diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (Ice)
I eat Percocet, ease the pain (Pain)
Hate or you love it, I'ma pull up in a Range (Pull up)
Trapstar, rockstar, you can hear it in the guitar
Oh God, this a Lambo, not a Mopar ('Par)
Fishtail, doing donuts like a go-kart (Skrrt)
There go 12, hit the gas on a cop car (Woo)
On my soul
I can tell when she looking for the gold
On my soul
I get the bag, then I'm out the back door
Let the weed smoke blow
While I'm on the balcony in the robe
Black diamonds, it's a crow
Get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf

[Chris Janson:]
Skip from a Bentley to a 350
I wake up in the morning and see how it hits me
At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
And I was raised not to care what people say about me
Alright

We raised up on that Hank Jr 83, son
Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air
Now somebody scream!