Lyrics:
where we all grew up
Dad still parks his truck in the same old spot
Mom still cooks the same
Living by the family name
And no one's missing out
It's
it feels like to live in a civilized society
To know the basic things that citizens are meant to enjoy in a country
I wanna have a taste of it... Do
into some poverty
Yeah, and really man it isn't in my interest
To raise standard wages so that you can make a living
I'm spending all my day getting
started to sweat
I changed out my cassette
In the deck
To Johnny paycheck
Well all of a sudden
A rumble and a biker
Flew by doin' a wheelie
You can Guess
each day we waste
Letting this little kid always have his way
I don't know about you but me i see a country of crazy
People think-in that they own
props 'cause he's living
(Why wait until the heartbeat stops)
Check it out, y'all, proper respect is what we're giving
(We're giving heartbeat props)
United states of isis
2020 My people living in crisis
Police brutality, Segregation, divide us
I can’t sleep, I'm still praying for guidance
Racial
We were 'Bama line creeping Deep South for the holiday
Kept our eyes open with some Hank and some George Strait
Stowed away a couple mason jars in
Chicago's overwhelmed police department
As the cities murder rate has spiked to one of the worst in the country
I'm from the west side of Chicago
We living
country
Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal
a little heavy
Dance to old George Strait
Let's roll the windows down
Start living my way
With the engine-a-revving
Cruising through heaven
It's a red dirt
good seeds grow
In my six string world
Got some buddies and a good lookin' girl
Gotta porch with a hell of a view
Where we sit and play them country
better
They want to lock me up or carry me out in a stretcher
This the time to rise to the sky, now we taking flight
Fighting for our lives, recognize,
Life ain't easy out in the country
But it does have some perks
Ain't nothing like driving my cord f150
Love it more than my own wife and kids
They
by this guy, F. Ska Fitzgerald
Gatsby was in love with Tom's wife, Daisy
Tom was seeing George's wife, Myrtle, on the side
So Nick helped Daisy
a liberty why did you take away mine?
Rest In Peace to Ahmaud Arbery, this is what we're living in
I just want to live but this country's suffocating me
Hmm
I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel
I was born on one November night
Back in 1925
Millions would invite me in
To their living room like some old friend
I remember like it was yesterday
Woke up black boy i'm blessed and i'm winning
Forever grateful in the land of the living
Some people hate the fact that they gotta grow, but shit
Hop dip country roll
Pedal to floor babe do si do
Rough ride coming alive
Bass bang that's right
I saw a sermon on her hips where she stood
In her
talking for George
I stare in her eyes
They glare back ice cold
Shawty done sold her soul
Looking real young but feeling real old
Shawty done sold her soul
Someday I'm gonna get a dog
And the dog's gonna run free
And I won't need a collar or a leash
Cause I'll be living in the country
and when somebody
doing a good job
And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people
No water, I fought for my country for years
We need help, we really need help
In
some ass
Pink Floyd and Genesis were always avant-garde
The Doobie Brothers kept it all main stream
Skynyrd and the Eagles put some country in their
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