Lyrics:
From city to city, coast II coast
Friday night is the night they like to party the most
(We came, to rock, for everybody)
From city to city
and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my
and all these kisses
That puts Butter on my Biscuit
Butter on my Biscuit
Butter dawg, Thats Butter dawg
Sometimes Im nothing but a Dog
I got Butter on my
for you, snitch
Watch your back, I'm coming with the blink
Watch your six, we bouta get lit
Like Tracksuit Mafia in the city
I'm finally make it trippy
the city, no
Too much rolling around in the hay, hey
Too much biscuit at the end of the gravy
Country, country, country boy problems
These back roads
at White City,
Just last week, broke the record, Gallop Printer,
Nice dog, yes, lovely form, lovely buttocks.
then again it's keeping me alive
It puts the gas in my truck, butter on my biscuits,
A couple bucks when I'm itching for a scratch-off ticket
That
you need,
We can knock them boots and yell "yee yee"
All them city boys jealous of what they see
'Cause they ain't loving like that, no
This
"yee yee"
All them city boys jealous of what they see
Cause they ain't loving like that, no.
This country boy love is what you need
Like a 12 gauge pump
road though"
"Alright, give me one minute
Let me load this truck up with the dog in there
I'll be right there son"
"Waiting on you, cuz, see you in
road though"
"Alright, give me one minute
Let me load this truck up with the dog in there
I'll be right there son"
"Waiting on you, cuz, see you in
the music high
Even the neighbors joined in
Oh my
Late night
Where's the beer pong
Getcha drink on
We got a corn hole tournament
Yeah dog
We got some burgers
Won't fix your biscuits like you like 'em
You can wish and you can try but
You can't small town her big city world
You can put the girl in the country
tryin' to sell you somethin'
Well, let me tell you somethin'
I've got good friends and a good truck
A good dog and some good luck
Home team's havin'
I don't give a fuck about nada
Unless you want smoke
Shorty she talking i'm top five
Yeah I know
Duh
Griping that biscuit that Popeyes
Number four
rust on, mud on everything
Boots, beer, John Deere
It's what we give a dang 'bout
Way out in the middle of nowhere
Livin' the dream in a city boy's
I've played every beer joint tavern
From New York City out to Pasadena
Every corn dog fair and rodeo
And sold out every basketball arena
Like to get
of these little girls names
But I'll go to the fridge
Grab another beer
And get drunk all over again
So we started off at the Dead Dog
And we ended up
come back.
We shared biscuits and beer and had a long chat,
Life is so simple with a dog in your lap
It just don't get no better than that
my woman
scene
And the wizard's in the corner
Catching peanuts between his teeth
And the dogs lying in the shadow in the archway
There's one good dog sleeping
Yes
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story from the city that I came from
This a story
Spunk City, having a time
Depression got me ready to cry
Couple beers got me back
Taking your bitch back to the shack
Back of the trap, spitting bars
a chocolate-flavoured
Candy-covered biscuit?
"Look at those buttercups over there mummy!"
"Hold one under your chin"
"What's butter mummy?"
"Oh, it's just a different
beginnings, straight out the kennel, from the mud to the ceiling, I ran it up, I'm a big dog
Look, big dog in my city, they say I'm next up
With or without you
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