Outlaw Classics
(专辑: Waylon & Willie III - 2018)
[Intro:] Hahahahaha Y'all from Nashville No, no, no I'm from the
real Nashville Hahahahaha [Struggle Jennings:] Ladies in Nashville, raised on the
West Side When Preston Taylor was the
jungle, rappers didn't mumble Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped, you wore a
muzzle Street's had a
code, we don't know you, we don't love you Now I'm standing in a
crowd full of strangers in my city With some kid from California singing Conway Twitty In my feelings, 'cause I'm feeling like the
villain in the
'Ville To be real I
don't recognize half the
people here There's a
tear in my beer, make a
toast take a
cheer Live for the
night, yesterday disappear When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo Friend's in high places, fly high Mondo [Upchuch:] I
got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stomping grounds once upon a
time Now it's all glam and flashy I
guess I'm old school going down slow Like them outlaw classics [Jelly Roll:] It's that tequila drinking, coke sniffing, pill popping, po pimping, go get it I'ma fuck around and leave with both women Certified Nashvillains, baby we don't catch feelin's Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline, fast living Record label send the
contract, I
wipe my ass with it Outlaws, no ass kissing, just like Johnny Cash did it Yeah, this city we be going hard Long before they named these bars after country music stars These scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls The
nights we stood in line to hit a
line in bathroom stalls Hit that Tiger Mart at 30 deep on Friday night We gon' cruise, holla at girls and just ride all night [Upchuch:] I
got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stomping grounds once upon a
time Now it's all glam and flashy I
guess I'm old school going down slow Like them outlaw classics Son I
was 17 years old still wet behind my fucking ears Five deep in the
primer Monte Carlo bumping through the
'Ville Country as a
'mater from the
outskirts of this sketchy danger zone All I
knew was feeding chickens, chasing girls, and getting home Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep Now it's mini New York City with a
bunch of shiny teeth Yeah they're renting out a
room, but dog I'm used to pushing and shoving I
dove in every bar from Broadway to fucking DeMario You ain't never seen a
man with no legs jam out with the
fiddle You ain't never seen the
witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy Broke a
beer bottle and chase them bitches all the
way to Campus West I
got blood drops in my whiskey There's too many neon lights No familiar hometown faces Beneath these guitars late at night These was stomping grounds once upon a
time Now it's all glam and flashy I
guess I'm old school going down slow Like them outlaw classics