Boondocks

(альбом: Just Gonna Send It - 2018)

In the Boondocks, way out there
Roll the windows down, feel that mountain air
In the Boondocks, d-d-deep in them trees
Country boys and girls that are just like me
In the Boondocks

In the Boondocks
Kicking up dust in the trucks so high like moon-rocks
Me and my buddies we so high up
Skyscraper wearing some boot socks
My boots knock at the sound of a threat
Laying black rubber in daddy's Corvette
Playing these chords and burning up frets
Sunset Boulevard, call me Bret

Hills of West Virginia to the sticks of Caroline
Roll Tide Alabama, lost in them Florida pines

Boondocks, way out there
Roll the windows down, feel that mountain air
In the Boondocks, d-d-deep in them trees
Country boys and girls that are just like me
In the Boondocks, way out there
Roll the windows down, feel that mountain air
In the Boondocks, deep in them trees
Country boys and girls that are just like me
In the Boondocks

Ayy spark it up, light it high
Southern love buzzing like mama's peach pie
Oh my, lyrically killing this
Playing this game, seen a ventriloquist
I know you mad, bro I'm stealing this
Make new sound, when nerds limit this
Bury you deep off in the foggy mist
Off in the cut stuck people say we co-exist

Hills of West Virginia, the sticks of Caroline
Roll Tide Alabama, lost in them Florida pines

In the Boondocks, way out there
Roll the windows down, feel that mountain air
In the Boondocks, deep in them trees
Country boys and girls that are just like me
In the Boondocks, way out there
Roll the windows down, feel that mountain air
In the Boondocks, deep in them trees
Country boys and girls that are just like me
In the Boondocks