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(专辑: Welcome To Dodge City - 2016)
Yeah Ha ha ha ha ha Hey I'm sauced up like Post Malone And I'm underground like a
gophers home That bell will ring like a
mobile phone I
disconnect your neck broken bones Get your lip swole now you need Cortizone Looking like the
logo for the
Rolling Stones We going in like an open home But I'm focused knowing our hope is gone And I'm bat shit, and I'm coo-coo When that track hits, I
get screws loose And that ratchet, that does hat tricks With no magic and no voodoo You better ask them, closed caption I
want access, to your Hulu I
got a
bad bitch, like Brad Pitt She got ass tits, and cooks noodles, ha Shit I
was born and raised in the
middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I
won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a
man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh That whiskey's up and that bass is down Just gimme that mic don't make a
sound Your face is frown when it came around 'Cause all my folks we staying down We staying true they ain't afraid of you Just saying dude a
lotta change in you I
stayed the
same you changing lanes Just sit back and see what we came to do I'm on another level baby you can check my status South Georgia flatwoods rebel you better remember that From trailer parks to private jets man I
done seen it all My middle of nowhere took me somewhere, believe it y'all Shit I
was born and raised in the
middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I
won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a
man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Po-po-po-po poor white boy with the
bass and the
balls Little backwoods drawl with the
way I
talk I
don't know a
lotta folks getting down like that Ain't saying y'all trash but your rap game wack Get mad at the
Kicking Up Mud track Most cats play the
one song and they go and judge off that Take a
minute take a
listen to the
lyrics I
bet that what your hearing is a
whole lot different Than the
boys talking loud got a
belly full of beer Gonna kill me a
deer same time every year Me I'm laughing like y'all no fear 'Cause we out casting lines off the
pier To make another dirt road ride party a
miss Don't call it hick hop I
don't like that shit I
do believe The
Lacs earned a
spot So we changing up the
name to Dirt Rock Shit I
was born and raised in the
middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I
won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a
man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the
hell of it You keep trying to tell me something I
ain't listening for nothing Singing Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh