Lyrics:
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
to dug, they want to see me there (The dirt)
Always low and always stuck, they want to see me there (Always stuck)
Back of the Ford wearing cuffs, they want
ride
Miles of moonlight by my side
Old dirt roads go straight to heaven
Forget tomorrow tonight were livin'
Crank this party up to eleven
Forget
I live out in the country used
To hang on old Pond Creek
Used to cat fish with my Grandpa used
To cut the grass for free
And there ain't been a damn
I reckin' y'all might want to hold on tight
Cause I'm locking the hubs we gonna get mud on here tonight
This dirt road yonder in the holler ain't
on this road, I just want to go home
Stuck on this dope
And I can't leave it alone
Knot in the rope, end my life with a slice
Flies will arise when I die by
of a slow freight train passing by
Sipping on a beer in the cool shade
This is where I'll live until I die
On this back road paradise
You can have those
of a slow freight train passing by
Sipping on a beer in the cool shade
This is where I'll live until I die
On this back road paradise
You can have those
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
up
Under me weed and me look psycho, if you diss me an nuh dead you a live by luck
Way man a beat up the big bryco shot a drop like truck nose region
Sittin' in the shade made by a hay truck on a hot day
A cloud of dust on an old dirt road meant lemonade was on the way
She was beautiful
Smoking on Earth no it ain't dirt
These boys like a starker ex stay tryna lurk
Call my mans C.O.D gun got some perks
Oh you tryna get high my man got them
Thinkin bout what I'm worth
I wish my nigga was alert and I had call off of work
Had hella respect for my homie til he sold me some dirt (Damn)
People
it in ya face
This goin make a fake nigga hesitate
Yea
Grown by my mother
Raised by the trenches
To Survive the streets u only live by one
Honoring their country with the national anthem
Except these youngsters have suddenly become unwelcome
In the country of their birth
The Dominican
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