Lyrics:
road communion
Oh, dirt road communion
It's where I got my first moonshine kiss
I could taste the cinnamon on her lips
In the front seat of my
language
Rest your heart in my hands
I can feel it trembling
Aching like me
Under communion
Under communion
Under communion
Help me remember who I am
Tell
language
Rest your heart in my hands
I can feel it trembling
Aching like me
Under communion
Under communion
Under communion
Help me remember who I am
Tell
I was born in the country
I'll stay country till I die
Let me show you where the black top ends
Where the hood stops and the woods begin
We can ride
Unpopular opinion
What happened to genuine communion
We ate the apple now it's all clouded decisions
It's not really a literal ceiling, it's an illusion
Why
Black crown fit my beliefs
You ain't on it no need to speak
County shit
I want all of it them country roads and them game pits
Country shit
I want all
troll the streets black fatigues and riot gear
The Mark of the beast is quite clear marching for peace but our rivalries don't fight fair
Criminals
To B.K., Brooklyn that is
On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady (Strong Arm Steady)
Blacksmith and we hear somethin'
Next thing you know, we was
home of the brave
Born into black but never a slave
My Pops had pride and he taught me the same
Never oppressed always thought that was lame
Maga Country
I love my Atlanta braves ball cap it's almost black from the tree sap
I'm a country boy with no noodly suits, got my slip on Georgia boots
When I
Black sands beneath
In the shadow of a beast
Mane made of trees
And a chorus for a king
A bittersweet communion
Wipe the tears from your face
Let him
on a white girl, call it John Travolta
(Swag)
I'm a country nigga, I fuck her on the sofa
(Ugh) my whip white with the black
Top like Sammy Sosa (Tru)
If you
my Atlanta braves ball cap it's almost black from the tree sap
I'm a country boy with no noodly suits, got my slip on Georgia boots
When I get dressed
does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
black people
Don't forget ya root oh black people
Cause Africa na my father land nigeria na my country
Country country yo
Cause Africa na my father land
I took the staircase, fast break, continental
BK Jo cremating yo
State trooper union
We eating pork in communion
Black coffee been the blueprint
she verbally challenged
She my key to balance
Put it into words I couldn't even imagine
So I ain't I'm bout to black man what you think
You in the water
to the country
Where the guns stay loaded
Cell phones don't work
Put your teeth in the dirt, bitch
Welcome to the country let the Chevy 8 drop
Bring the 'shine
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black country rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black country rock
Pack a pack horse
Pack a pack horse and rest up here on
Black country rock
You never know, you might find it here on
Black country rock
Pack a pack horse
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
I thank God I'm
to the country, show me where you from"
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me and we gon' have some fun"
I'll break out my big wheel and you can climb on up
Girl, I
countless types of pressures you ain’t let up
You ain’t let up
This country should be happy we ain’t tear it up
Message to the black man
Black man
Keep your
a country boy
Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Well, son, let me tell ya now exactly what I
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