Lyrics:
ready for the summer
Shit's about to blow up
I wear the baddest robes
I chill with bad ass bros
Like David Allan Coe, Al Assad, and Camel Joe
I
some David Allan Coe.
Tell me country rap / is all they know.
Really don’t care, about your country rap.
Aint drinkin’ Martinis or any fruity crap.
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe, and No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
My new tractor's
Runnin really really fine
And I'm ready to hit the road
And it's feelin' nice
The salty breeze
Flowin' through my hair
Ride along
By
Bob Rock left it.
I done a few shows where the Sheriff won't go
And most of those shows were with David Allen Coe
In the motel sleepin', the truck stop
darlin'
You never even call me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charley Pride
And you don't have to call
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen
Coe with No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got
share of Misery and Gin
But I ain't as cool as Willie Nelson
And I can't write like David Coe
And I can't play guitar like ol' Chet Atkins
And I can't
have damaged your mind
'Bouta make history, we make plans before time
1093, is prehistoric like the land before time
Edgar Allan Poe tip, misunderstood
say, “turn on some
David cllen Coe “ but oh boy, it really don't matter cuz, you never called me by my name, no
Never hurts to hear the ol' time
mistakes and in decisions, David
The first time was the worst time
It didn't hurt like the second or the third time
She put her life on pause
'Cause
gooey shit on his chest
Watch this motherfucker beg for mercy
Shoulda let his wiz suck my dick
For the time he jerked me
The soldier I rolls with
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
Man Catawba, Tarboro, Triangle, Goldsboro, Halifax, Statesville
And all my niggaz doin' life behind the walls
This right here, right here, right here's
on what I should be doin
I run around the world chasin money makin music
People always like David I don't know how you do it
How much you charge for a beat
Jordan David
MuuuFucka
Look
Shawty got it and she know just what she doin wit it
Got the whole room lookin at her when she movin it
Groove wit it,
doin, man
Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand
You let em tell you what to say and what to write
Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow
plenty
For my dawgs doin' wrong, legal routes for the fetti
Fans bump me on they phone, crank this loud like a Hemi
Shit, a nigga barely got the time
yeah
Smooth like some passion fruit
Gotten dancing
Out in Hamakua to the Puna boy anthem
All my Soldiers where you at
Where the fuck you at
Time to put
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
better
12:01 November 1st
12:01 November 1st
With a full moon
The first time there's been a full moon on Halloween in quite a few years
The earth fears
I'm weighted down by anxiety in my chest
I push through it like doin a bench press
Waiting to exhale, freed by a single breath
Every time I inhale's
the now and the past
'Cause I'm so quick my afterimages lasts
I don't need no maidens on the sigma grind
Call me Allan Poe's raven, I'm outta time
I'm
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