Lyrics:
I went down to Taneytown
I went down to Taneytown
To see what I could see
My mama told me never go
But I'm almost 22 years old
Sometimes I
in a three room run down shack
At the foot of the hill by the railroad track
Where decent folks don't go when the sun goes down
My daddy worked
niggas down here, I swear they don't understand
Broward County nigga keep it wavy for the game
By the end of 2016, these niggas gon' know my name
Young but
Pull up in a brand new Porsche
Right off the porch
Butterfly doors
Chrome
I'm from Polk County, Florida
Where they turn up and then no one go back
Sure, I'll cut down a little green
I recycle by getting green
Got Psytube rhymes, dude
You can't compare us
Wanna talk mistakes? How about
That yee-yee
to do was pay for my meal
We used to be down as hell
Snitchin'-ass nigga sent me to the county jail
You shouldna lied to me dog, I would rather kill
felt about 'er
'Bout a couple county lines ago
She's out there rolling down some old interstate
Wide open, wide open, I couldn't make her stay
your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah
rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But giving you more and more,
All night long I've been riding riding
Should have been there by now
But these old county roads
Got a lot of deep holes
And the rain keeps pouring
done moved the city limits
Out by the county line
Put my head up to the window
Watch the city fade away
Put my head close to the window
Watch Oildale
done moved the city limits
Out by the county line
Put my head up to the window
Watch the city fade away
Put my head close to the window
Watch Oildale
Preacher oh preacher
I just witnessed a murder down by the banks
Preacher I think it was Dorothy
Shackled and bound without a sound
The cold creek
Way up north by the ice bound ocean
I was born I was born
Way up north in the Merrimack county
That's my home that's my home
When I was younger
Way up north by the ice bound ocean
I was born I was born
Way up north in the Merrimack county
That's my home that's my home
the boys it was me and her
By fire in a field or down on the river
Every inch of that county was sacred ground
I wish I knew where that old truck was
My ops put me in a box at seventeen
But mama I was innocent I ain't done shit
Came out the county I was feeling real dangerous
Ill never break you
heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with the James Boys out
waiting by your side
Then one day a letter came talking 'bout some layoffs
But I knew we had enough to get us by
She picked up a second job down
summer breeze
I come back out and she's alone on my couch
With her cloths down by her feet
She likes to sing along to old time rock and roll
Bob Seger all
every other night
Her Sex sells if the rest fails
She coast to coast with acrylic nails
Two kids by two dads and they both locked in the county jail
Club
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin' trunk nigga)
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