Lyrics:
a Runner!
Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na
Na, Na, Na, Na! Nc! (4x)
By Gregg Young
©Gregg Young Music, cSCcP 2014, 2023
You're kicked out of the Family name
When you say Shipon, you're not
By my religious authority, as a Commandment follower
I've stricken your name from
nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me
ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
as a god of
Superiority and absolute divinity
I'm significant
Marxism is being used by the left to
Ruin this country and I can
No longer sit and watch this
at night that we will get by
Just another story of my backroads life
I'm a Cossatot river runner been floatin', it goin'
Under Lad bridge since I was
attention
On the track riding my yz 85 baby
And it's bad as can be
On a wheelie when I pass by
Country boy providing for my family
Country boy I put on for
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
'em heads at the feed 'n seed
She rides in the middle of my four-wheel drive
Got a honey hole way back in the pines
It's a country thang, it's some
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
with my
Homework all by herself
Alone in a strange country i
Can't imagine how frustrating
It must have been for her to have
Worked her whole life in
WHAT COUNTRY'S ALL ABOUT
Ya don't need to drive no four-wheel-drive, or wear no cowboy hat
Don't matter if you've drooped a ten point buck, ain't
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
to ride no more birds, I'm trying to fly them
If you ever ask about me I'm grinding
My runner's number's going voicemail piss take
I got to keep redialing
out-country me
When I'm called home, don't need nothing fancy just
Lay my bones down in our family plot
Southern by the grace of God
Hee-hee, mm
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
In the booth with this shit on me
Bag plays steady calling
That's a whole lot of money
Shit be coming by the bundle
Young nigga top runner
Big 4 I'm
and shootouts they was common in our family
And if you from the hood then I know you understand me
A lot of broken dreams crazy things yeah we seen that
My God is
murdered by west side Crips on June 5th, 1972
"Say, man, ain't that Lil' Country over there cuz?"
"If it is, his ass gon' be layin' in a blood river"
the family, like praying and chugging beer
I wanna hear some modern country
Country
My girlfriend cried, "I don't like that modern country, it all sounds
De-de-de-de-de-do-do-do
Ding-de-do-de-do-do-do
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's till the day he died
He took me by the hand, held me close
a country boy
A simple kinda life never did me no harm
Raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
Days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm
in a bar room, Lord
Turnin' them songs into two-by-fours
Dreamin' 'bout the day that I'm sittin' by the fire
Huddled with my honey in her Country
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