Lyrics:
on the gas and my hands on the wheel
Driving this thing fast im on the road to never fail
Born to rap with lyrics im addicted
Set to change life take a big
'Cause country ain't country no more
Now his dad sit's in traffic
Looking 'round at the change
Watching crews turn the county
Road into four lanes
The old
everybody singing along
Well, There's nothing like the Country Life
c farmhouse with a big barn
cnd a flatbed four- wheel drive
c piece of land on a dirt
ears have ever known
Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones
Country comforts and the road that's going home
Down at the mill they've got a new
to take you
I'm a country boy, I've got a 4-wheel drive
Climb in my bed, I'll take you for a ride
Up city streets, down country roads
I can get you where
the country, where we all down the road
Don't start no shit on my one lane road
In the country, oh-oh-oh in the country
Yeah boy!
Hillbilly deluxe, thick
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
on the new town road
Real low, oh
And she said, "Take me to the country
Show me where you from"
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me
And we gon' have some
Forlì on her bicycle, looking for what was left of her family’s house, shattered in one of the first waves of Allied bombing. Along a country road
the county road into four lanes
The ole Sunday drive has turned into a chore
Country ain't country no more
Lord country ain't country no more
[Chorus]
Four door coupe, we in the back
Eyes glazed red but the windows all black
Shawty givin' me head, hold it in don't yak
On my Tom Brady shit Callin' me
I get home from a long day, put on the radio
Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no
It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys
chillin' and the baby cries
Hearts get shot by cupid's arrow
The road to heaven is straight and narrow
Long as there's sawdust on that old dancefloor
the whip now that's a bust down
Started pacing myself 'fore I get too wild
Like Rick Flair, Figure-4 I "Whoo!" loud
Placing stakes this tournament
They bled
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
of groundhog day
And you're stuck in this reoccurring bad dream
I swear my country's a cocktail of Absinthe codeine and caffeine
Bar tender says here's four more
Big house on da hills, Out in Carolina
Smoking weed but illegal, Out in Carolina
Out in Carolina, Out in Carolina
Dirt roads and corn fields, Out in
league
You D-league, boy you terrible
Like delinquents, so sorry peeping' tom
Yo ya'll some hot tamales But I'ma need to see some
ID's before I let you
for me
And I'm smart as Ivy league
You D-league boy
You terrible like delinquents
So sorry peeping tom
Yo y'all some hot tamales
But I'ma need to see
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
chutes
Since we were born to ride it's time to leave that cattle pen
And bring some country to Spacemen
Now they take 'em to the launchpad in a big ol'
and four wheel drives
There's cowboys and hillbillies
From farm towns to big cities
There ain't no doubt in my mind
Country must be country wide
It
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
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