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First Day Out (Remix)

 

First Day Out (Remix)


Yeah
Church

This is a message to my fans that lead life that kinda crazy
I'm still tryna wrap my mind around the fact that we all made it
Yeah I started in the holler in the middle of the kutty
Back when it was caulking lines, caulk, paint and some putty
Real talk, flick you off, I'm letting my power glide
You had faith in my ass when I didn't even have a ride
Making videos with no service, trying to post my shit online
Walmart phones, Straight Talk, 'cause I was penny pinching tight
Every stitch of clothes I had was hella stained and ripped up
People saying hip hop don't belong with none of you hick fucks
Like who want to hear a song about junking metal for the cash flow
Tell the game that I ain't never known about slinging dope
Say fit in where you get in, but I don't have a category
All I got is a life and an ability to write a story
White boy, kill and chill, hoodrats be calling me Norman
'Cause they know I bait 'em in and then it turns into a murder
Hey Drew, remember back in the day
We fist fought in Nolte's class and got blood on the desk
And on the way to the office we both became best friends
Sneaking in the Brentwood houses damn near every weekend
Hey man the ladies loved us, especially ones that went to private school
'Cause by the time that we was sixteen we already had some tattoos
Shit man, time flies like that GT that you had then
Spray painted it black, man we thought that we was that hot shit
Hey Dierdorff cracker, what they know about the creek
We was running hella wild while the neighborhood was sleeping
We was raised around them felons that had warrants out for their arrest
But we wasn't out here snitching 'cause we realer than the fucking rest
Hey Sampson, remember when the police wouldn't even let us out
I fell asleep in your Monte Carlo right in front of Stormy's house
Remember when we spent them nights just chilling out at Union Hill
Hiding in the toolbox 'cause we couldn't pay admission fam
We done came a long way, now it's Creek Squad, Creek Squad
Dirty white boys frog, one lane road southside going too hard
ain't seen nuthing like us, not even up from the telly dog
We come out shocking motherfuckers like we got cattle prods
Yeah I'm fucking ugly, yeah I'm slightly overweight
Yeah I got a bunch of goons that'll come and raid your place
Yeah I live out in the country, yeah I like being that redneck
Sunburnt skin still cold around my damn neck
Riding around in trucks that was fresh back in the eighties
Fully loaded when I'm rolling Ashland City on the daily
'Cause you crackhead motherfuckers can get lit up I ain't playing
I ain't bothering the sheriff if you stepping on my land
I be hitting up my skins if you try and cause a problem
There's a couple hundred of 'em like coyotes in the holler
Yeah I'm sweet tea sipping 'til my ass got diabetes
But I got that southern muscle fuck you sissy box of Wheaties
I be rolling 'round the city with some Kelsea Ballerini's
Pop off in that Bronco 'cause I don't care for Lamborgini's
White paint, white walls, Church stitched in the headrest
On my OJ Simpson 'cause today I'm fucking killing shit
Let's drank this fucking keg, call big homie with the mini x
Park it on my head and go and dig up all the rest of this
My brain like a goldmine, shit cracker I can hold mine
Poking me like getting thrown at Talibani land mine's
If you're tripping on my wires, consider yourself fired
Just ask the last guy who had the bad idea to try
Yeah they're trying to throw me out I told them dudes that I ain't going
My diet is gasoline, nine matches and some flame throwers
But I could pull a water pistol and half of you fucking posers
Squirt some jelly on them bitches, throw 'em off in the toaster
Because I'm eating motherfuckers like they're packed inside a Lunchable
Get hungry when I'm stoned and I'm making them all uncomfortable
Yeah they're subbing my shit to see if I'm coming for them
'Cause I'm the hillbilly still killing it hick version of Slim
It's Pond Creek Road, 5150 camo bandana
The realest Nashville artist they're coming through your antenna boy

Hahaha
I probably won't ever come through your antenna
But, who fucking cares
Church
I love you guys

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