"Back in 1865"
"Back in 1865" (Intro) Yeah, we back, saddle up, this is history, Yo, it’s '65, but we ridin’ with the misery, Cows roam the plains, bullets flyin’ like artillery, Ain’t no rest for the wicked, don’t you ever try to get with me. (Verse 1) We’re the outlaws, spit fire like a Colt .45, Strapped with the past, got the ghost of the West alive, Boots stompin’ on the ground, dust risin’, we survive, Haters throwin’ shade, but we’ll send 'em to the sky. It’s a high noon duel, I’m quick with the draw, Quick to put the law down, watch 'em hit the floor, Mouth full of chew, but my rhymes slicker than the sore, Kickin’ up dirt, make 'em wonder what they came here for. Grimy as a prairie, you get buried in a hurry, Underground like a canyon, so deep, it’s gettin' blurry, Gunsmoke in the air, while they worry, it’s a worry, Six-shooter spittin’ fire, man, I ain't in no hurry. (Chorus) Back in 1865, we ride or die, Dust in the air, but we still touch the sky, Outlaws in the night, got that wild-eyed vibe, Better keep your distance, 'fore we make 'em cry. (Verse 2) I'm like a ghost in the saloon, cashin’ checks with a tune, Sippin’ whiskey from a flask while the bullets go kaboom, Spittin' fire like a dragon, call it danger in the room, I’m the outlaw hero, you just another soul to consume. Makin' money with the hustle, every day’s a new fight, Never backin' down, keep my focus on the light, I got scars from the struggle, but I keep 'em tucked tight, Cuttin' corners with the blade, my enemies in fright. Whip crackin’ over the tracks, man, I'm ridin’ fast, Got the past on my back, but I make that last laugh, Watch 'em crumble like the sand beneath the wagon’s blast, I'm a legend in the making, this here’s my last gasp. (Chorus) Back in 1865, we ride or die, Dust in the air, but we still touch the sky, Outlaws in the night, got that wild-eyed vibe, Better keep your distance, 'fore we make 'em cry. (Bridge) We don’t fear the fire, we’re the ones who light the flame, Takin' losses, makin’ names, puttin’ haters all to shame, From the plains to the city, we ain’t playin’ the same game, Corky with the flow, but this outlaw's still untamed. (Outro) Yeah, we’re back in 1865, But we’re talkin’ like we never left, survive and strive, Ain’t no stoppin’ when the fire's in your eyes, We the outlaws, and we’re back to take the prize. Bang!
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"Back in 1865" (Intro) Yeah, we back, saddle up, this is history, Yo, it’s '65, but we ridin’ with the misery, Cows roam the plains, bullets flyin’ like artillery, Ain’t no rest for the wicked, don’t you ever try to get with me. (Verse 1) We’re the outlaws, spit fire like a Colt .45, Strapped with the past, got the ghost of the West alive, Boots stompin’ on the ground, dust risin’, we survive, Haters throwin’ shade, but we’ll send 'em to the sky. It’s a high noon duel, I’m quick with the draw, Quick to put the law down, watch 'em hit the floor, Mouth full of chew, but my rhymes slicker than the sore, Kickin’ up dirt, make 'em wonder what they came here for. Grimy as a prairie, you get buried in a hurry, Underground like a canyon, so deep, it’s gettin' blurry, Gunsmoke in the air, while they worry, it’s a worry, Six-shooter spittin’ fire, man, I ain't in no hurry. (Chorus) Back in 1865, we ride or die, Dust in the air, but we still touch the sky, Outlaws in the night, got that wild-eyed vibe, Better keep your distance, 'fore we make 'em cry. (Verse 2) I'm like a ghost in the saloon, cashin’ checks with a tune, Sippin’ whiskey from a flask while the bullets go kaboom, Spittin' fire like a dragon, call it danger in the room, I’m the outlaw hero, you just another soul to consume. Makin' money with the hustle, every day’s a new fight, Never backin' down, keep my focus on the light, I got scars from the struggle, but I keep 'em tucked tight, Cuttin' corners with the blade, my enemies in fright. Whip crackin’ over the tracks, man, I'm ridin’ fast, Got the past on my back, but I make that last laugh, Watch 'em crumble like the sand beneath the wagon’s blast, I'm a legend in the making, this here’s my last gasp. (Chorus) Back in 1865, we ride or die, Dust in the air, but we still touch the sky, Outlaws in the night, got that wild-eyed vibe, Better keep your distance, 'fore we make 'em cry. (Bridge) We don’t fear the fire, we’re the ones who light the flame, Takin' losses, makin’ names, puttin’ haters all to shame, From the plains to the city, we ain’t playin’ the same game, Corky with the flow, but this outlaw's still untamed. (Outro) Yeah, we’re back in 1865, But we’re talkin’ like we never left, survive and strive, Ain’t no stoppin’ when the fire's in your eyes, We the outlaws, and we’re back to take the prize. Bang!