Lyrics:
the smoky mountain special
Momma said that love and moonshine
Both will make you blind
One sip was all it took
And she was crossing more than county lines
Now
oh oh
So CG but a nigga stay real
Though I'm fly I'm ill I'm running shit
3-points, field goal
Rappers used to laugh like I tripped and fell
Well, I come from a little bitty, homegrown small town
Smoky Mountains, nice place to hang around
Moonshine and that's where they make it
Put it
you can't live without
Like bacon fried in a skillet
And a cigar in my mouth
Mountain Dew in my refrigerator
And kids running 'round the house
Well, I come from a little bitty, homegrown small town
Smoky Mountains, nice place to hang around
Moonshine, that's where they make it
Put it in
frying in a skillet
And a cigar in my mouth
Mountain Dew in my refrigerator and
Kids running round the house
And me and her sitting with a big fire
Burning
Well, I come from a little bitty, homegrown small town
Smoky Mountains, nice place to hang around
Moonshine, that's where they make it
Put it in
help yesterday
Yours true, condor, puma, serpiente
Talk rap albums over alpaca medallions
With metalheads who traffic magic
Flowers from the mountains
state in the land of the free
And the home of the grand ole Opry
Is calling me back to my smoky mountain home
I wish I had my old fishing pole
And was
where your mouth is
Put 'em in a field and let 'em fight it out
I'm running so fast my feet don't touch the ground
I'm a stranger here I'm going down
on the California side
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west
And it looked like the promised land
That bright green valley with a river running
on the California side.
They stood on a mountain and they looked to the west,
And it looked like the promised land.
That bright green valley with a river running
high at night
Like a diamond in the sky
You see that UFO fly by
Shooting stars in the Smoky Mountains
(Great Smokies)
Blew my mind
One time
I know
I
the window
Stay home, n hope it will dwindle
Big pharmaceuticals scandals
Too many problems to handle
Facts don't last in the camp
I pack the vaccines, pack
still a little rambling round
Running through my veins
From the Blue Ridge Smoky Mountains
On L&N's old rails
To the Kansas City Southern
Sleepin' with
I see thru you like glass
I wanna start moving fast
I'm doing 150 on the dash
In this rental so you know I'm gone pass
Thought you be running me
Running from the things inside of me
Moonshine straight down from the Smokies
Spices shipped from way across the sea
Floating down the Lehigh river
Ain't
like a camp (Camp)
You aint tryna spend then you got to bounce (You got to bounce)
Nuke aint running out of pounds (Dont be hating)
Wet a nigga up get
Twenty-year-olds running not knowing where they go
Vinyl flooring hundred feet
New home down Manhattan Street
Stranger basements dirty sheets
Five more years
to camp out, in the trees by the freeway
Misty ice-plant, running water, and plenty of shade
Well first I'll get me a hammock
Then I'll get some food
Then
Grandfather Joad did cry
And He picked up a hand full of in his hand
Said I'm staying with the farm till I die
They stood on a mountain and they looked
pass the ball like camp tronics
Balaclavas on us like a sand mountain
Don't let me go of me you better hold my hand
Running round the yard push ups every
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
meech/I came to eat but my appetite is finicky/transmission in the hills out in Tennessee/the Smoky Mountains and the Appalachians tune in/and the algorithm
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