Lyrics:
she hears me as she orders four whiskeys
And turns to me and asks me what I'm getting
Well that girl, she's way more country than me
Well she might even
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
the vibes when we rock and ride getting high
Everybody knows a country boy Survive
One turn to two turn to three turn to four
When you're drinking with
I move to the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel
diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell
on the brain
We're drivin' the road like old Tom Joad
Just to bang an out of tune guitar!
Boston, Detroit, Duluth by the Bay
Giggin in the Capitol Dome
Denver,
a big load off your mind
Out in the country
Your time's your time out on the road
Take a load off your mind
Out in the country
Your time's your time
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
I'v had a hell of a week this whole last day
Troubadours like me've got lots to say
Writing the songs that keep the country goin
My dog he died
By: frank zappa as performed by nazareth
Said, don't it ever get lonesome?
Don't it ever get sad when you go out on the road?
No, don't it ever get
acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
and
We still got a 4 by 4 still sitting on 4 good years
Might've grown up asking for a little more
With time comes knowing what you're fighting for
the sun, the moon, and the big, big sky
O! the moon the midnight sky, and the road
only the road and what
has passed
or is passed by.
Truly Nothing . . .
to take you
[Chorus]
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
the five-oh
Four-oh-four, boy, they running from the five-oh
Hawaii five-oh, man we running from the five-oh
Thank god for them bars over guitar
Nice with
the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky,
We living
In a third world country
Just follow the rivers
And mountains
I am surrounded by boundaries
I am far away
I am far away
Living in a third
Intro)
Ay....Ay...It's Murph...Gelato...Blue Dream..uhh..uhh
(Verse 1)
They say they don't like me cause i'm way too trap
Big Murph Can't be country
I’m a heartbreaker, Tom Petty
I slide then I spray like confetti
Heart cold as a yeti
I speed through the track like Andretti
And none of these
in my tea
Bitch I'm so country, I'll come stompin' cowboy boots all in my sleep
Big boy broke a hoe with my holster
Two bad bitches sit on my sofa
and good clean fun
That's my kind of country
Roots run deep as they come
In my kind of country
I'm from the old school
Live by the golden rule
Ain't
to me? Cause I'm lonely)
(I want to play with you baby) Yeah..
I used to roll, with girls, down the road
Mack trucks caused country Peterbilts
a month imma road runner
Told her I'm stone cold hit her with the stunner
Tell me how that's yo girl NFL done her
Called the rap game my bitch by the way I
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