Lyrics:
skin in the Bentley
Graveyard shift at the Denny's
North side plenty, south side pennies
I vote Yeezus/Deez Nuts 2020
You want to run a country? that
uh, I can take home (take home)
Can we leave here (Yeah), can we leave here (Yeah)
Can we leave here (Yeah), can we leave here, shorty can we
Leave
appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I can love you, or squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back
to marry but go ahead and carry
All of our earthly goods and go to live out in the woods
Midnight on the mountain and you watch the clouds roll by
Country
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
A man can lose his past, in a country like this
Wandering aimless
Parched and nameless
A man could lose his way, in a country like this
Canyons
A man can lose his past, in a country like this
Wandering aimless
Parched and nameless
A man could lose his way, in a country like this
Canyons
verse
On my knees praying, niggas shooting in the church
Wake up out my sleep in another cold sweat
I lived on Billboard, where the fuck to go next?
Go
single moms can barely pay the rent
Sex sells now don't act so innocent
You know you're not holy, you're a deviant
American boy, serve your country
VVS on my neck I ride with a holster
How can I ride with no pole tucked
Shooters gon' pull up in bentleys & ghost bust (UHH)
She gimme' head while I
fumbled my way through
Nocturne serenades, it was the
Middle of winter, one of the coldest winters that
I can recall
As I stumbled on by, I thought I was
olives|bud a couple cold cans by the lake|in a country sorta way||I like Big Bucks 'n I cannot lie|a backwoods boy 'n a bottle of shine||I got street smarts
Splitting by race,country, states
& religion im Sickened humanity's sanity's killing
Look at the women so pretty she litty
Their sipping on liquor they took
on wock since a jit, and my heart cold as shit, ain no way they can come Fix this shit
And my bruddas stay out of the cut, ain playing with no hoe, they gon
a good-timin', blue-collar, son-of-a-gun
I like monster trucks, tractor pulls, country fairs,
Huntin' and fishin' and ice cold beer.
That's the way I'm gonna be
I walked by
Like "Yeah, we about to have some fun here"
Her mouth ain't move but her body sayin come here
Want want want so I passed the key
And got
you can have more than one
If it's cold get as high as you want
No it shouldn't get as high as the sun
If niggas talking than you know where to go
These
I could be the villain or the hero, uh
Diamonds so cold on zero, uh
Countin' blue hunnids, they C-Notes, yeah
Countin' blue hunnids, they C-Notes,
(Banger, banger)
Von, uh
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Takin' flights, I've been tourin' the country (uh-huh)
Check the schedule, I'm goin'
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on the railin'
Sittin' in front of the country store
Discussin' how the crops were failin'
All my little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah"
Baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me is ya with
rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night
So the light from thе sun would
Not burn
fake all in that party ion going there
Fuck what they say I seen my face still Ion shed a tear
Cold heart I can't let em near
I told her come over don't
over the world just by staying true
You can bang to the boogie and hang out all late
But get some money 2 fold cause the game don't wait
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