Lyrics:
you know that you've got to admit
It's not like me to say this but its true
For you
Well I'd drive my life cross the country
Dropping everything
Giro la mailbox fat bitch mangia crick crocks
Girala fast bro stupid bitch filma tik tok
Vengo da countries no cities no grattacieli
Sono quel pazzo
The world is watching
Here's your judgement
Here's your reckoning
Write your story down into history
Pride and country
You could have everything
So
on my wrist
I'm in the club and I got the strap on me
Nigga run up on me, I'm never lackin'
Country boy comin' in, they want the package
And I let 'em
was just a little kid
But in another country I would never be forgived
Australia I got in that taxi
A ride I actually got for free
Needed to get home,
o'clock and I'm out of the door
Tearing up the town
Tear it up
It's Friday night
Well this is country with a brand-new twist
I bet your momma never did
do
Gonna start our country
I know that it will be made for you
Billy Joe or Alice can be in charge of the army
We're gonna need to protect ourselves
country
A little pop and rock and roll? (Rock and roll)
Whoa-whoa, oh-oh
T-shirt and bare feet
Or I can be heels and pearls (heels and pearls)
Big city
Ah you'll never grow an apple tree in this part of the country
For the weather here is wintry and the wintry weather's wild
You'll never grow
Speaking in tongues
Laid my eyes upon you and I came undone
Won't you marry me in the back forty
By the rusted truck and the maple tree
A country house
the country tryna interlope
And I can't go for that
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Free ain't what cheap is
Niggas rolling like some cheapskates
I
Got a country girl
With a country twang
She's a ridin in a little country thing
Baby blue jeans
Little mood ring
I can't wait to find out
designer everything
I call my plug like 'hey what can you give me?'
Cross the country then back to my city
You trappin' you probably move heavy with me
To fight for Queen and Country
To rage a bloody war
To shoot without a conscience
To die without a cause
Ohohohohohoh
They gave us guns for
it's not too late
Stand up!
Countries are just lines, drawn in the sand
Inside this sick foundation
We've had the realization
Inside this sick
Everybody sings and drinks, laughs and gets high.
It's a country music, a little soul, it's a rock 'n roll rodeo.
We don't tolerate no sitting around
about boats
Let's talk about catfish, big mouth bass, and fishing poles
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey I'm from the country
Hey, hey, hey out in the sticks
too
That no distance can deny
This is for my country
Still battered and still bruised
I've come to offer all I can
I will fight for you
I will
Country can spare
By the way son here's
Your wheelchair
He once had to be all he could be
Now he's nothing for no one nowhere to see
Funny thing,he's
Country can spare
By the way son here's
Your wheelchair
He once had to be all he could be
Now he's nothing for no one nowhere to see
Funny thing,he's
on my own
If you don't like the way I'm livin'
Just leave this long haired country boy alone
Preacher man talking on T.V.
Puttin' down the rock
with you, dance with you
Somewhere on a country road, nice and slow
Watching your high beam silhouette spinning around
Couple miles south
And the desert that dries
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds
Oh, the dancing
Oh, the singing
Oh, the music when they played
Oh, the fire that
My mind never stay quiet
This city turned into a riot
From Portland to LA you know I can't stay
the sadness, the madness won't go away
No country
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