Lyrics:
Because of the blood on my country’s hand
God will you please come and heal this land?
God I am not questioning
Your sovereignty
I know in my heart
That you
the Veterans
To their families, their loved ones
And everybody that loves this country
It was a sweltering hot Sunday morning in the Saudi Arabian desert
family in South and North Carolina (c'mon)
L.A. is little Alabama
They walk and they talk with a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
out in Plaquemine
I got family across the water, we all the way retarded
We got acres, we got horses, what I meant to say was 'Rari's
And I wanna fly
Bolls and Combines
Bar-B-Que's and Good Times
It's God, Country, Family, Farms, and Friends
We're all meetin' at the River Bend
In this Country Life
the country roads
I wanna make my momma proud
You see, my dad's not here, but my brothers and my uncles in town
Family dinner by the lake, jet skis
Life Never Did Me No Harm
A Raising Me A Family And Working On A Farm
Days Are All Filled With An Easy Country Charm
Thank God I'm A Country Boy
Well I
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
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For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
of a bitch
Cuz we'll leave you with a swolen upper lip
You gotta put God first, and then your family and country
You gotta stack that money
Gotta get it in
I'm for family, God, and country
For as long as I can breathe
Cause I still sing the anthem
No I won't take a knee
I stand tall for everyone and all
Well life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God I'm
Wommer!
ARTHUR: Go and tell your master that we have been charged by God
with a sacred quest. If he will give us food and shelter for
the night he can
like "boo yaow" gunshot
(yeah, God) we off the day
Know we off the, be off the
Eat off your plate
Me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Ate, on C4, I'm way off
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
Chorus
From sea to sea
Country to country
6 MC's bring the delicacies
It's a meeting of the minds
To ease the turmoil
360 degrees
Around the earth's
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
It's hard to believe you would fight for the cause
To delete your own kind in the name of God
By treason you gave your country away
By treason yeah you
sister, I'm a sunder in the runner
I don't give a damn about it, but I make niggas with the tunner
I got money in the jungle, tryina buy my kids Christmas
I grew up south of the Mason Dixon
Workin,' spittin', huntin' and fishin'
Stone cold country by the grace of God
I was gasin' up the other day
Ogboni dey rule as freemason
All these people wey dey
On the low low
Dey serve
Company interest
We, na God create us
Aby
Country Country wey no dey respect
Ari B Bang That Shit
Gotham City
I just want the money
So imma run it up
Put on for the city
Ain't no runner up
Who i do it for (Family)
Who i do
LTthe
LTthe
Vino got me acting dumb
Vino got me acting dumb
I forget the country that I know these women from
If I can't account
Then I gotta do
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