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[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff
Bitch-ass niggas
Ho-ass niggas, we countin’ this shit up
We rackin’ this shit up
Spent a whole M for the whole team
You know what I’m sayin, on just ice (Swear)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, let that bitch play
You hear that? (Woo, woo)

[Verse]
Bankroll, bankroll bigger than ever
My niggas richer than ever (Rich)
Ray got a quarter mill’ out this dirt
He dug it up wit’ a shovel
I don’t see y’all bitch niggas like a blind man
Made a mill’ last night, think I’m lyin’, man?
In the trap, hit ’em with the frying pan
He ain’t got no heart like the Iron Man (Woo)
The bitch on my body, might fuck again
Bitch, I’m Ray Charles, gon’ and bring a friend (Woo)
Money countin’, keep it rackin’ in (Rackin’ in)
I gotta sleep with a F&N (What?)

[Chorus]
Put a whole hunnid racks in my left hand (Hunnid)
I cook it up like a frying pan (Woo)
Bought my bitch some Chanel, cost nine bands (Bands)
I don’t see y’all niggas like a blind man (Woo)
Playin’ wit’ the keys like I’m Ray (Ray) Charles (Charles)
I can stuff a fifty in my Go— (Go—) yard (Water)
Crossin’ the border (Border), Florida (Woo), headin’ to Georgia
Ray Charles, I put my hoes in order (Ray Charles)

[Outro]
Yeah, real spill
The first young nigga with a Richard Mille, huh
Nah, real deal
No cap
Boss Man

[Verse 1]
I broke my promise on a very sharp rock
And I was possessed by something quite unfriendly
And I was haunted by a demon in my sleep

[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive

[Verse 2]
And I gave a beer to a bum that was drinking
And I gave some sauce to my bestest friend for cooking
And I gave water to all I thought were thirsty

[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive

[Verse 3]
And I gave some money to my bank for safe keeping
And I gave some money to my landlord, he was needing it
And I gave attention to the TV that was bleeding

[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive

[Bridge]
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi boys
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi
Well you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do-re-mi

[Verse 4]
And I just ripped off a man named Woody Guthrie
And I bought a restaurant for his son named Alice
And I fed false information to the audience

[Refrain]
And that’s how I learned how to survive

[Verse 5]
I give a thank you to my father for leaving me
And I give a finger to my stepfather for beating me
And I give props to myself for achieving
God damn I’m glad that I survived
God damn I am glad that I survived

[Outro]
I just handed you a giant load of gibberish
And I give love to a lover quite deserving of it
And I give thanks to all of you for listening to the story
Of how we all learned how to survive

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
Show me what you’ve learned
Shag carpet
Feelin’ the burn
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Verse 1]
Don’t need no La-Z-Boy, no sectional, just feel the joy
Let Aladdin take you on a ride
Wall to wall milk and honey
No budget left, I spent all my money on the

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Verse 2]
I took a U-Haul to Dalton, Georgia
Hangin’ in the window, thinkin’ can I afford ya?
Took out my wallet, I felt a little queasy
Tough on my credit, but easy on my knees, it’s a…

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night

[Bridge]
Shag carpet
Shag carpet
Shag carpet
It’s the metaphor that’s on the floor

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
Tell me what you’ve learned
Shag carpet
Feelin’ the burn
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ on the

[Chorus]
Shag carpet
I blew it all on the
Shag carpet
Where we get it done
Shag carpet
Doin’ it right
Takin’ our own sweet time
And keep on shaggin’ all night (all night)

[Outro]
All night (all night)
Shag all night
Gonna shag all night
Shag carpet

[Verse 1]
I’ve been to Reno through Mendocino
Up and down the West Coast and all the way back again
I’ve seen Florida beaches, Georgia peaches
I’d go to Venus if I had a spaceship

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Verse 2]
Left Carolina runnin’ from a diamond
And I’m still ridin’ down this old freeway
Past golden bridges, jagged ridges
Winding rivers and now I’m far away

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
I’m going places
I’m going places

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh (Ah, ah)
Ooh, ooh
I’m going places, mmm
Ooh

Way down in Georgia
Way down in Rome
Come around the mornin
I’ll be headed home
Goin to the mountain
Of the Carolines
I’ll get there before the sun falls
Behind the tallest pine
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow
If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow
When I was a child there
Three feet I stood
And looked out on the valley
And dreamed the dreams I could
As the years passed by
My shadow grew so tall
No steps could I take
Afraid that I would fall
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow
If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow
Through the darkest rainfall
I have been kept dry
A steady hand has guided me
To the other side
When my dying day comes
Bury me beside
The tallest of the pine trees
In the hills of Caroline
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow
If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow
If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow
Pine tree, pine tree
Growin from the soil of Gallilee
Don’t be scared now, don’t be slow
If you don’t go then the roots won’t grow

Cocaine, Cocaine
Running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

I woke up this morning
I had a hungry pang
All I wanted for breakfast
Was some good old cocaine

Come here, Momma
Momma come here quick
Ol’ cocaine got me, Momma
And I’m feeling sick

Cocaine, Cocaine
Oh it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

[Harmonica solo]

[Spoken]
I crave cocaine, Hah!
But I can’t find nothin’ here in Atlanta
‘Cause them hippies done used it all up
Hippies comin’ in here from everywhere
New Orleans and Los Angeles and all
For they said they’s happiness is good here
Police here is easy-going
But I’m tired of waking up, feeling bad every morning
Drinking this old, bad liquor
I want something to pep me up
So I’m going back down to south Georgia
Down to (?) Fitzgerald
Go to ol’ Doctor Hale’s drug store
‘Cause ol’ Doctor Hale give me what I want
Like a doctor’s supposed to do
These old doctors in Atlanta come telling me ’bout L.S.D
I don’t want none of that kid stuff
I want the real thing
Cocaine
So if any y’all know of having any
Meet me under the clothes line
‘Cause that’s where I hang out

I went out to Fitzgerald
Down to Doctor Hale
He had a sign in his window
Said, “Have none – In jail”

I walked down Elm
I walked down main
Trying to find a woman who used cocaine

Get out of here, woman
I thought you understood
You ain’t got no connection, woman
You’re no use, and no good

Cocaine, cocaine
Oh it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

Let it run, boy
[Harmonica solo]

Oh, the doctor said
It kill horses and men
He said it kill you
But they don’t say when

I walk down Elm
I walk down Main
Tryin’ to bum a dollar
Get me some cocaine

I got a nickel
Oh, you got a dime
I’ll buy the coke, honey
You buy the wine

Cocaine, cocaine
Lord, it’s running round my heart
And then running
Lord, it’s running
Round my brain

[Harmonica solo]

[Verse 1: Scarface]
If I die today
Bury me face down, f**k it
Tell the whole world to kiss my ass and post it
I ain’t feared nothing, ain’t shit for discussion
All my enemies I’ll meet in hell when I touch it
Yo mama, I’m good now, nothing left to cry for
All I ever had I gave so nothing’s left to die for
Eye for an eye or necks full of bloodshed
I heard the gunshots yet I am not dead
And I am not scared, what’s on the other side?
That remains for me to see, now motherf**ker die
That’s why I shot again plus this was not my friend
And you can never underestimate the hearts of men
Please forgive me father, God, for I have sinned
The poster child for those who’d fallen because I am him
The voice for every ghetto boy cause I am him
So if I die today f**k the world, play the violin

[Hook]
If I die today, done paid my dues
Lot of them try but can’t walk in my shoes
If I die today, I know that I was a G
No matter how you try, boy, you can’t be me
If I die today, straight up general in the street
Respect the G code and they respecting me
If I die today I will be happy

[Verse 2: King Chip]
King Chip already die before I flatlined in Georgia, ho
Asthma attack bout 10 years old, they caught that in time but we said no
Told them shot me one more time, one more time was all it took
Niggas tried to play me my whole life but King Chip is living, look
I pay all my momma bills, that’s what real kings do
I’m independent and free, bitch nigga, I don’t need you
If I die and die tonight my son is gonna get some checks
Niggas who try to hate on me will all of a sudden pay respect
f**k the world eternally, y’all lied to me about the Lord
What the f**k am I supposed to believe, go ahead and pour the core
Dull nigga I ain’t never tell you no f**k, King Chip ain’t wrapped too tight
Safe land niggas don’t travel the world well my own thugs, I take them flights
Stayed up so many nights thinking about why the f**k I’m here
Maybe it’s to show the world that King Chip is up in here
‘Fore I die I ask the world worship my son
I ain’t gonna let y’all have the pleasure of killing their king, bitch, give me that gun

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MJG]
If I die today, oh f**k it, just party slamming
Into the dirt, my next concert just hologram me
I’m pimp tight, MJ if I die now
Don’t stop hustling, don’t let it bring your high down
If I die today then bury me inside the liquor store
Then make sure you bury me with at least a fifth or more
I’m happy, boy, do I look like I’m sad now?
You big, but do you really think you bad now?
If I die today, shit, go and throw a party for it
Cause this little spot I got, I know somebody’s starving for it
And even though I know my family’s feelings are important
If I got to go, I’m in a blaze, I’m a do it, tell my momma I was sorry for it
This is not a story, this a page in my obituary
Closed casket, go and get my picture ready
If I die today I’ll leave a not in my pocket saying
Get your hands out my pockets, nigga, I ain’t playing!

[Hook]

Play this song

[Intro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Yeah

[Verse 1]
If I see two Maybachs, I’ma park it in the middle
Throw my keys at the butler and then get ’em
No ID, I’ma walk up through the middle
Candy-coated whip like a pocket full of Skittles
Money in my pocket but I don’t know how to act right
Glock in the glove box like a flashlight
Cub in the mop-top in the backlight
Zilla Gorilla he’s a killer, that’s night night
Legends in the fog
Got me a Chevy, baby, and I’ma let it crawl
Got me a pack ready, and I’ma make a call
Gettin’ your racks ready and maybe we can talk, y’all
Know we get down motherfuckers in niche, Nashville done got beat up, yeah
Talkin’ shit on the Woozy got crack
Left him on his back, left his fucking feet up

[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop

[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979

[Verse 2]
If I get drunk I’ma leave her, pick her up tomorrow
Don’t get behind the wheel if I’m pickin’ up a bottle
Never roll the dice but, yeah I hit the lotto
Swung to the dirt yeah livin’ by the motto
Catfish Billy trappin’ out the Yamaco
Rebel, I’m a rebel like David Allen Coe
Kickin’ in a red pan, cooking that dough
Brenda does your dog bite, no child no
Legends in the fog
Never go back to being broke not at all
Gotta gold plaque up on the studio wall
I had to go back to get it from my Papa, uh
Alabama, Georgia, Tenenssee
A recipe for disaster, put the beat up
Me and the Chevy’s like pastors to Jesus
A haystack, I’m that needle, we just

[Pre-Chorus]
We just bad motherfuckers
Bad motherfuckers
Some bad motherfuckers better listen to the song
Tryna be good but they wanna do me wrong
So give me that Loc in the tone
Ghetto cowboy stay ready
All night long let ’em mop

[Chorus]
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (Box!), 1979 (Box!)
I hear ’em talkin’, gawkin’, when they see me walkin’
To my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I see you stalkin’, hawkin’, with your coffin
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
You mad I can tell it, tell it, ’cause you jealous
Over my 1979, 1979 (Box!)
I pop that trunk and nail it, send it sailin’
From my 1979 (From my, from my, from my)

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
Oh, oh
Get it, get it, get it
1979
Oh, oh

Play this song

[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright

[Verse 1]
Houston, Texas, my teachers had weapons
I’d get my ass whipped, I learned my lesson
I often question, I often wonder
If I told this class I liked the nigga that sit in the back
How bad would it make me suffer? Agh
Smoke and fuck, we high as hell
We gon’ love each other, we let the night derail
Only time will tell, I’m under your spell
I lay on your chest, you wonder what’s next
I love when you breathe, it make me reflect

[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)

[Verse 2]
All of us in Jon’s car
Packed the trunk with merch, I was tryna be a star
Same time I was cool with Uzi, dawg, my life felt like a movie
I left my troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
I finally found peace, I suck when I get it
I see worth in myself, I won’t run away again
I’m prayin’ for my friends, they prayin’ this won’t end
But I know it does, just like all things
In the end, it’s just me and my mood swings

[Bridge]
And the one-nine-nine (And the one-nine-nine-nine is comin’)
Is comin’, is comin’
And that one-nine-nine, boy (And the one-nine-nine-nine)
One-nine-nine is comin’, is comin’
(You know that it’s comin’)

[Chorus]
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)
I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
(Everything you do is cool)

[Outro]
My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Intro]
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Verse 1]
He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, “That’s a lie”
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin’ stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone

[Chorus]
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Verse 2]
September saw a month of tears
And thankin’ God that you weren’t here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It’s hard not to find it all a little bittersweet
And lookin’ back on all of that, it’s nice to believe

[Chorus]
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
Won’t you think of me
I hope you think of me

[Bridge]
And I’m back for the first time since then
I’m standin’ on your street
And there’s a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you’ll read is:
“When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think my favorite song
Someday you’ll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place”

[Chorus]
When you think happiness
Hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
Hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
Won’t you think of me
I hope you think of me
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
I hope you think of me
You think of me

[Outro]
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said, “That’s a lie”

[Verse 1]
Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta
Funny how present turns past
I might fly Priscilla out just for ‘Bana
So mesmerized by that ass
The way she moves it I can tell that she loves me
Nigga can’t help but to touch
Smack it ’round a bit then sip on some bubbly
Hope I’m not doing too much

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus: Daniel Caesar & T-Pain]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back
Oh-no-no-no-no-oh

[Verse 2]
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew
Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
Not one stack but two
Look at all the cash I blew

[Refrain]
Strange new addictions picked up on the road
Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
And when it rains it pours, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
You make me feel so primal
That’s what I am, I’m just a man

[Chorus]
Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
I love it when you move like that
Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back

[Verse 1]
Well I got caught in Panama City
Tryin’ to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
And I got wore out by my daddy
For stealin’ cigarettes from the Smokes and More
And all my friends would get away
Seems I’d get caught, plain as day
I took the blame for every little thing

[Chorus]
But I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Verse 2]
Well lookin’ like you do
On its damn own, should be a crime
Let a lonely fool like me
Hand in hand with you, should be doin’ time
But here we are runnin’ free
Guess someone turned the other cheek
‘Cause there ain’t no blue lights in the rear-view

[Chorus]
Yes, I got away with you
And somehow I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you

[Bridge]
I’ll take it all, the fails, the falls
The county jails and one phone calls
I’d do it all again if I had to

[Chorus]
‘Cause I got away with you
Somehow girl, I still ain’t been found out
It’s a crazy truth
Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
And I walked in the Louvre
Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
And I got away with you
When I got away with you
Yeah, I got away with you

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Money fly you out when you in Georgia (in Georgia)
I make sure shorty feel important (feel important)
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marilyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
Catch me with thugs
Ride around with them birds
Drugs make her slow
Can’t feel her toes
Gang shit on Tour
Ohh she love me (hey)
All my diamonds drownin’ (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Girl what you planning (oh, oh)
I feel like Aladin (yeah)
I just found my Jasmine (my Jasmine)
Ohh she crazy
I love her crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So, don’t disrespect me for some new mans styll
And I don’t know who cares, but I
Don’t, don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t, don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t, don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t, don’t
Don’t, don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Gyal dem go shopping
Yorkdale with squaddy (okay)
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass look melodic, in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katie Couric
She got tattoos on her arm
She sings like Adele (okay)
Narcotics for fun (ooh)
Liquors for the pain (yeah)
Don’t believe in love (no, no)
Marriage ain’t her thing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
Cyatties out the base
But I’m looking for my main girl (main)
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
Can we take a trip
And fly out to Costa Rica
They wanna be us

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some new mans styll
And I don’t know who cares, but I
Don’t, don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t, don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t ,don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t, don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t, don’t
Don’t, don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pill, xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

Upon the day
Which is the twenty fifth
Never heard any bells ring
Or anyone sing
All I could barely hear is some people argue
Now I know how much difference Bryan Mullins made
There was no Christmas at all
Not in a New York neighborhood
Not in the one down in Georgia
Not even in Seattle
So baby don’t you judge
And say that I’m wrong now, okay?

Even before
December 25th
Never seen a single caroler come at my door
Maybe they all died in a church one summer day
When all the churches were being bombed
There was no Christmas at all
Not in a New York neighborhood
Not in the one down Georgia
Not even in Seattle
So baby don’t you judge
And say that I’m wrong now, okay?

[Verse]
LA backstage, drinked a little Kool-Aid
Smoked a cigarette with Slash
I flew to Rome had coffee with the Pope
Talked about Johnny Cash
I’ve hung out with supermodels
Drank wine from thousand dollar bottles

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind, ask me where I’ve been
I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

[Verse 2]
Name tag Alice diner down in Dallas
Hottest cup of coffee around
She shakes that apron brings me maple bacon
Every time I come to town
Now I met sweet Hannah Dauphin, Alabama
Riding as the peanut queen
The way that sash draped around her ass
Was the cutest thing I’d ever seen
I’ve been covered up in peaches
Down home Georgia’s dirty beaches

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind ask me where I’ve been
I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

[Bridge]
Well I come from Georgia, ninety miles from Florida left there when I turned eighteen
Mama asked “Son when you coming back” but there’s still you’ve got a lot to see
So I’ll spend nights at the Crowne Plaza
But I’ll feel right at home at the Ramada

Yeah baby hah

[Chorus]
Well I’ve been a lot of places
Kissed a lot of faces, every city, every town
Kinda like the wind ask me where I’ve been I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around
Yeah, I’ll tell you that I’ve been around

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Staring at the ceiling
Can’t shake the feeling
That your thoughts have forgot about me

I’m looking at your picture
Wishing I was with ya
From the start you had my heart

Whenever we’re apart you can find me

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

A little bit better, letter by letter

So I hope you read between the lines
Get some rest from running thru my mind
Oh you just like to remind me (woah)

So baby tell me with a selfie of

The waves in your hair, the way that you stare
You don’t know that your glow takes my breath away
On any given day you can find me

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Signing my love down on paper for ya
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the rest of my life to live with you

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

A little bit better, letter by letter
Oh a little bit better baby, letter by letter

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Girl ya know I can’t wait for the
Day we close the distance
You’re exactly what I’m missing

Being apart really drives me crazy
Every time you’re calling me “baby”

I fall in love with the way
You make me feel like I can do

Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Oh oh oh oh
Getting closer by the day
Sitting here writing letters to Georgia
Oh oh oh oh
Got a few more on the way
I’m gonna love you any way
Letter by letter

[Intro: Slim Jxmmi]
Zaytoven
Ayy, Sremmlife!
Man, I’m fucked up see me muthafucka’
Slim Jxmmi!

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Man, this morning I woke up on some player shit
Mission of the day – slay a bitch
I’m getting to the bank, can’t fake that shit
I don’t even keep a wallet ‘cause the cake don’t fit (woo)
Man the hate don’t quit (woo), so I ain’t gon’ quit (never)
All my niggas want to win, we’ll take that shit
Don’t know what the record is, but we gon’ break that shit (huh?)
And we don’t need no fuckin’ break we stay awake for that grip, yeah
We stay awake and go get it (go get it)
Uh, I gotta shine on these bitches
I’ma prolly get the SL lifted (get it lifted)
‘Cause I don’t think the 24’s gon’ fit it (shh)
My double cup dizzy (shh)
I’m pro with the ticket (shh)
Imagine a line I got these girls in here strippin’ (take it off)
ATL, Georgia we in the muthafuckin’ city (wassup)
VIP flooded we in it big with Zaytiggy (Zaytiggy)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh, woo)

[Verse 2: Riff 3x]
Woke up early on some gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
Told my bitch to bend it over and take the dick (take the dick)
Gotta get it by all means, that’s why I chase them nigs
Cigarillo full of kush (woo), and I look like a light
Keep it fresh like a mint when I ride behind tint
I used to dream about ballin’, now I swish on you hoes
I went and got me a bag (woo, woo) and draped my body in gold
Sold my soul to a pot ‘cause I’m re-rockin’ them Os
I stay down and committed, that’s why I die by the pennies
I been hustlin’ all night (ugh), tryna get me a milli
Got the people strappin’ all time when you be dealin’ (yeah)
‘Cause niggas get in they feelings (woo)
When they ain’t ’bout they business (that right)

[Chorus: Riff 3x and Slim Jxmmi]
Uh, okay
Jugglin’ biddies (woo, get money)
(You know me) Jugglin’ biddies (yuh, I’ma do it)
(Uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, whoa, what you doin’?) Jugglin’ biddies
(Yah, ayy, ayy) Jugglin’ biddies
(Ayy, yuh, okay) Jugglin’ biddies
(I got your bitch, she fiendin’, uh, oh) Jugglin’ biddies
(I’m comin’ through the crib) Okay, Jugglin’ biddies (uh)

[Verse]
I love to see you
While your dancing as the sun sets on the shore
Each time that I see you oh it only seems to make me want you more
So why cant you see that it’s me who just may be your mr right
Cause I long to hold you, want to hug and squeeze and kiss you through the night

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a Georgia twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

[Verse]
Great expectations growing just like wild flowers in my head
So I want to hold you want you lying here beside me in my bed
Each night as i’m dreaming , i got visions of you dancing through mmy mind
Hungry for your lovin,girl I’m drinking in your beauty just like wine.

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a reggae twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

[Chorus]
Come on pretty baby give me a chance
Girl you drive me crazy with the way you dance
Twisting on the beach and having so much fun
Won’t you tell me baby your the only one for you
Girl you got me longing for a kiss
Shimmy and a shaking to a reggae twist
Dancing and a swaying having so much fun
Wont you tell me baby i’m the only one for you
For you for yoohoo just for you

He’s been hot for decades

[Hook: DecadeZ]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 1: E-40]
Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
You know how to make a pole disappear
Georgia peach booty, body (body)
Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
She the bestest (the bestest)
I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
Hella thick (hella thick)
I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
It feels good to be dancin’ now
You never have fun when your man’s around
You get down, full throttle
Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
No we tryin’ to fuck each other
When we leave here let’s be lovers
We on the dance floor doin’ the most
I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
I put both hands under her skirt
Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

[Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
Dolla Will man
Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
I’m a victim too, private peep show
If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

[Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Lemme see you twerk

[Smino]

Zilchy, baby

She poppin’ that pussy like percoset girl I’m appalled
The Gucci down to my balls, and I’m offa the alll
Slip, fall, never, no
Out for the pack
My dawgs be woofin’ about all of the bitches they bone, Still?
Where I’m from I need that guarantee don’t do that
That show me niggas boomin from North county to Newstead
Southside rent a crib, I’ll fuckin AirBnB that
In my Air Force One’s errday I pledge a-flee-giance
I be faded baby swear my brain all [?]
Heard this country lingo fuckin up your plumbing got ya leakin
I got pipe like Catholic organs
Dick’ll rearrange ya organs
No matter how high I’m soarin’, Swear I won’t forget my origins
Uh
I do it big like Norbit wife
I do it big like Georgia, I
Coulda been there a thousand times
But the Father Son Holy Smoke
By the grace, oh by the grace
Oh yeah it brought me this far
Oh yeah it bought me this car
Feel like a martian, cliché, ay
Another ville, another day, ay
All of my problems man ma-ade
I let ’em go like a Dra-aco

Another ville, another day, ay
All of my problems man ma-ade
I let ’em go like a Draco

[Intro]
May I have your attention please

[Hook]
My name is, what? My name is, who? chka-chka
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Hi kids, wanna know what I did?
I do drugs, get drunk and promote violence
Everywhere I go I take my gun, even churches
Open carry in Georgia so save me a seat in circus
Fuck taking Dylan Roof to jail, you should bring him to me and my niggas
On God there won’t be a homicide
We’ll keep him alive, give me four days, mabye even five
Just from Monday to Friday, I promise he’ll cooperate
We’ll snatch out one of his eyes, make it look him in his eye
Then scalp shave, then use his hide for black pride
I guess you would think I’m tryna incite a race riot, but naw
I like white poeple, I hate that guy
I never understood the mind of a peron that wanna murder
And hurt people who tryna make a change and do good
If he wanted real war he shoulda went to the hood
I would have felt better about it, I just had to acknowledge it, but

[Hook]
Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
Hi, My Name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
HI, My name is, what? My name is, who?
J.I.D

[Verse 2]
My english teacher called me nigga like in junior high
Thanks a lot, i’ll use this word the rest of my life
My nigga this, my nigga that, dawg where my niggas at
Damn don’t make me kill a nigga, god bring my nigga back
Use it in the wrong context can get a nigga smacked
Little-bitty bullet make a skinny nigga fat
Bonjour, my shitty amour, where your nigga at
Work? Ok cool. Get Drunk? Where the liquor at?
Basically what I’m saying girls and guys are piranhas
My dawg, hit a chick raw, and caught a Ghana Rihanna
I just come by in a word because she was fine as Rihanna
Not saying I’m not saying nothin about Rihanna, Oh I’m sorry Rihanna
I ain’t slept in 20 days, I’m a zombie lil’ mama
I’m tryna play a (?) in muhfucker for fucking insomnia

[Verse 1]
I feel like atlas, I got my back stretched
You wanna grab this, you don’t understand this
I keep it oppressed, work on my realness
Reading my manifest, I’ll address your request

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open, all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

[Verse 2]
Look overhead at the stars and the ocean
Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
This supernova could cause a comotion
My minds of the notion, you’ll still be my motive
I’ve been, I’ve been so fucked in my head
I’ve been going through phases, I’m just going through phases
Don’t know what this craze is
When’s the last time someone said shit? (ohhh)
Walking through your mazes
When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

[Flute Solo]

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
My heart’s in the sky, supernova

[Verse 1]
I feel like atlas
I got my back stretched
You wanna grab this
You don’t understand this
I keep it oppressed
Work on my realness
Reading my manifest
I’ll address your request

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open, all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
My heart’s in the sky supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the club frozing
My heart’s in the sky supernova

[Verse 2]
Look overhead at the stars, and the ocean
Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
This supernova could cause a comotion
My minds of the notion you’ll still be my motive
I’ve been, I’ve been so f*cked in my head
I’ve been going through phases
I’m just going through phases
Don’t know what this craze is
When’s the last time someone said sh*t? (ohhh)
Walking through your mazes
When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
I keep hearing what my mother said
Eyes are open all I see is red

[Chorus]
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
My heart’s in the sky supernova
I met you in California
You told me you loved him in Georgia
Your hearts in the club frozing
My heart’s in the sky supernova

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 1]
Money fly you out when you in Georgia
I make sure shorty feel important
Balmains while she’s going shopping
Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
Catch me with thugs
Ride around with them birds
Drugs make her slow
Can’t feel her toes
Gang shit on Tour
Ohh she love me (hey)
All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
Bitch touch Molly (oh)
Girl what you planning (oh oh)
I feel like Aladin(yeah)
I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
Ohh she crazy
I love her crazy

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new here
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Bridge]
Yeah
Play
With me
Off ecstasy

[Verse 2]
Gyal dem go shopping
Tagged up with squaddy
Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
Like these bitches are from Europe
My girl look like Katy Cherry
She got tattoos in her arm
She sings like Adele
Narcotics for fun
Liquors for the pain
Don’t believe in love
[?]
Face, out my face bitch
Am I looking out your way now
[?]
But I’m looking for my main girl
I could barely think
I have way too much to say now
[?]
And fly out to Costa Rica
[?]

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m not new to this
So don’t disrespect me for some
[?]
And I don’t know who cares but I
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Wanna hear bout you
Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
Don’t Don’t
Don’t Don’t

[Chorus]
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

[Intro]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Scum Gang
I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

[Verse 1]
Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas
You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Verse 2]
Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it

[Chorus]
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch
I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

[Outro]
Scum Gang

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

People talkin’ ’bout what is and what ain’t country
What gives ’em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your fires, or your wild ass buddies?
Well, give me a minute, let me hit you with some hometown truth

[Pre-Chorus]
You could be a cowboy on the Texas plain
Or a plowboy waitin’ on the rain
We’re all a little different, but we’re all the same
Everybody doin’ their own thing

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing landlines
Running bird docks through the Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

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[Verse 2]
Does it run in your blood?
Did it come from your daddy and mama?
Where you converted by an Alabama song on the radio?
That feels so right
Did you lock eyes with a little green eyed girl from Jackson?
Tell me what got ya, I just gotta know

[Chorus 2]
Me, I got my Sunday learning in a level church
Silver cream corn in a backyard dirt
Waiting for the fall to finally come along
So I can grab by gun and get my outside on
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
Just be proud of what makes you country

[Brdge]
Might be from a city or a little farm town
Whatever kind of square that you drove around
Do you wear in on your sleeve or keep it deep down?
You know you gotta let it out

[Chorus 1]
I got my dirt road cred back when I was 12
On a no cap tractor halling in bales
Backing in boats, fishing land lines
Running bird docks through them Georgia pines
Step side cover down in peanut dust
Friday night spotlight, that was us
It might not’ve been you, but I ain’t judging
And just be proud of what makes you country
Whatever makes you country

[Outro]
You do your kinda country
They doing they kind of country
I do my kind of country
Whatever makes us country

Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on Copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline
We were down on Copperline

One Summer night on the Copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn’t come as a surprise to me
It doesn’t touch my memory
Man I’m lifting up and rising free
Down on over Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I’m only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline, yeah
Take me down on Copperline
Oh, down on Copperline
Take me down on Copperline

[Verse 1]
Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?

[Pre-Chorus]
I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
Written all over your face
Wrong turns and bridges burned
Things you wanna change

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
Yeah, it’s history
And every mile mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered

[Verse 2]
Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
Send them home, let ’em go
Don’t you think it’s time? Yeah

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered

[Bridge]
And every road and every bend
Every bruise and bitter end
All you squandered, all you spent
It mattered, it mattered
Mercy always finds a way
To wrap your blisters up in grace
And every highway you’d erase
It mattered, it mattered

[Chorus 2]
But it’s history
It don’t define you
You’re free to leave
It all behind you
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered!
Every mile mattered!

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
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