Lyrics:
the nerve to get up outta here
And I won't live in regret or be crippled by my fears
This is how I know my time was near
I'm ready for the bright lights
I'm
the channels and i stop on 3, now there never been anything on channel three, the whole 10 years we had a TV in this house, but there it was, lear as day.i
Another eight seconds to ride
On this big ole bull called life
Lord I'm askin' for your help
I can't do it by myself
There's no need for me to try
you offended me
Big ole 40 in them skinny jeans we armed like centipedes
Them crackers know I got good tendencies but they still sentenced me
And this
We did a burnout
Out of your dad's house
When you climbed in this bucket seat
I didn't know then
That it wouldn't work out
When we left Tennessee
to whip this gat I tell him chill out yo we tryna have fun
My bartender like Sam Malone
5 Shots deep I forgot my phone
Thick ole chick with a big ole ass
lady with the dreaded disease
Is like hard to please
And the house of ill fate with the metal gate
Keep the thin people cracked out like puncheon
wrist to work
(Weight)
You already know
You ole bitch ass niggas need to hide y'all?
My lil son fuckin' these house outchea mane
My lil son go to school
he's gotta take a side.
There's no middle ground in this Johnson country war.
Well, the neighbors stopped by yesterday, while I was outside choppin'
to show
Damn I hate when a small town grows
There's still some good ole boys like me around
cnd this is where they'll lay me down
Even if this two lane
on you Santa
can I sit on your lap now
can't I, Santa, Santa,
let's fly around this whole world
The elves are busy in the ole workshop
for all the happy
heart, let it flood this house
Let the world outside, just wash on by
We'll just lay right here and hold on tight
Let it rain
Old man weather had it
and go in style
Late at night a big ole house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
and go in style
Late at night a big ole house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
this morning
Not in a rush to get up
My ole lady 7 months pregnant
My mama saw what I put in the shoe box under my bed
But I'm doin this shit for us
Fords
Big ole f250s
Mud grip tires on the wheel
cnd decals cause I like fishing
Talk about fall in love
Raise it up six inches
Chrome kit on a 4 by 4
to take all his shit right back
So they can fucking have a stack for themself
But it all came from him to begin with
Yeah he built this house
Motherfuckers
Ole Opry on the radio
I guess you know what happened just as soon as I moved in
The man across the valley started clearin' off this land
The law came
second-hand obstacles,
But only to make matters worse.
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady, Jackie,
From Optima staffing, figure laughing.
Shut up
fifteen in the Glizzy all I need is one shot
I bought a house out by the beach when I was twenty, cost a lot
My little nigga copped a Glock,
He lost
doin'
He just laughed and he said get together boy, and fall on by the house
Some Gonzo buddies would like to play anything your's picking now
LIGHTEN THAT LOAD
I'm your honky tonk daddy down in Tennessee
I got this Gibson cranked up with these new guitar strings
I'll play you Working Mans
on August 21st
This summer was by far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse
By far the worse (My_Kayla you hear me?)
Now I'm 3 cousins down
And my
uh all this ole shit here, if I wasn't rapping, I'd still be doing this ole shit here
You know
This ain't nothing but materialistic, you know
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