Lyrics:
You know what I found out?
Sometimes no matter what you do
They only look at you one way
At the end of the day
Take away the money take away
Country ain't country no more
He told his daddy catch up with the times
He said now a days
People trade heifers online
Dad ain't sealing deals with
Or practicing the newest wrestling moves
On his two youngest nephews
He loves music
Detests school
Has a sweet spirit
And a kind heart
But unfortunately
He is
Where you gon' be when country comes back?
Cold beer chasing that Lynchburg Jack
Knocking that dust off them old-school tracks
Bet your boots I'm
that I am no human but a God of some
Sort i know that everything
Will fall right into my laps
One day i'm just writing
This book because I feel like I
gets
Co-co-country as it gets
I call my day one skins to
Get it popping in this bitch
I'm as country as it gets
Co-co-country as it gets
Churchman,
dream
Surf's up, school's out
Surf's up, school's out)
In the town and the country
We all lay and dreamed our dreams
Then we found the world is tough
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
was in school
The little fame you ain't used to
And it was easy for you to move through
English class with your own thesaurus
Like one of these days
Aye
Sa
Remedy remedy remedy
Spiritual
Working all day for the money, working all day, na money be fine somebody
Work e no de for the country, work e
Aye
Sa
Remedy remedy remedy
Spiritual
Working all day for the money
Working all day na money be fine somebody
Work e no de for the country
Work e no
helped me through some whole heap of dark times
Down here in a third world country it's rough, but hey your music helped me get through
Yeh RattPack,
When was the last time
You got up before the sun
And watched while the night and day
Melted into one?
When was the last time
You really looked
southern
Get down if you wanna, crackin' seals, blowin' some mari-j-uana
We make it cool to be southern
Return of 4eva all day, them country people feel
chill
And niggas around my city respect
Me because I'm real
But still the things I see from
Day to day it irks me
When I'm off in the '79
Seville
show the way
Dirty shoes going to school It's on today
Call the Goonies they on the way
Get to know my pain
Hope we don't get arrested
They congested
screens
Now that you're wondering, How can it be real?
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in
screens
Now that you're wondering, How can it be real?
That the ones you've called colorful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in
her off to Massachusetts, some women's school
Later that year the coal mine blew
So I went back to family in Sacramento
The night before we said
brothers and
Sisters, the memory of his parents
The street vendors selling
The elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him
To get in the mornings before school
reviling a meek
Innocent little 12-year-old Negro girl
As she tried to
Enroll in public school? Weren't they - or
Most of them - devout churchgoers? I detest
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
country than that
Think of a hank song from days gone
With a steel ride that's so strong
It sends chills up your back
I'm a little more country than
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