Lyrics:
I like driving down those
Old dirt country roads
I love to listen to the sound of
The crickets on my back porch
I like catching fish on a cane
Pole
me take you away down a back road
Louis Vuitton Guitar
Small town vibes
You can come with
We gon Ride Ride Ride
In my side by side
Country Boy Drip
tipping in forty-four
Andy the boy less talkin big t shirt got my forty-four
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
046
of Longhorn steers
We drive Ford and Chevrolet
Shoot twenty-four and eighty-eight
We crank up our music Friday nights
On two thousand country stations
shit
I'm addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat
and you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me?
And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy
and Lewis and Clark, he expanded the country
Tom served two terms, till 1809 as president
In that time, he reduced the National debt by 30%
Once he retired,
party
Crank it up crank it up like a country party
Im bout to crank it up
Im bout to turn the music up
We gonna roll down the road with no windows
We heartless and cold
Out pah ih toll road
Big fat
Aye, aye, aye
Me clean and out
Splash on e Tom Ford
Big fat crown
Anytime me touch e toll
best chill
Before you wake up with some gangsters in your grill and get killed
By a nigga named Big Phil, tote a big steel
Give a damn if my record
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
a little lady in a jacked- up Ford
I like a girl in a truck a big four wheel drive
Stereo blaring playing "Country Boy can Survive"
She's down home,
I was fifteen
Only thing I was thinking about was sixteen
Bust out of here, get behind that wheel and break free
I'd be gone down the country road
little two-lane backwoods country road
Turned into a 4-lane busy highway
Plowing straight.. for my childhood.
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The road
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
alive
All I need is a motor in my car
Crank it up, hit the road
Be a country star
I was raised by alligators
In the Pearl River swamp
Started out
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
into a gateway to heaven
All the voices I do hear only come from the reverend
Yet the message tainted by the crimson
[Verse 4: SAVE]
Man the news always
The Saudis? Too much on a slant
The Vatican? The Vati-can't
Listing every country by it's shape
Is not an easy job
When inevitably loads of them look
Only like
Think imma joker, know I ain't ledger
Name holds big weight
No I ain't heather
And I know kylea, but he ain't jenner
4.5 kick like brittany renner
I'll
learn to do
So we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
Serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
And the old farm road's
like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it's Denny's, 4 in
life is a country song
Hardcore 10-4
[Chorus]
Well folks, that's all for now
Life is just a long long country song
And that's a big 10-4
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