Country This and That
Yeah, back road bound, kicking up the red dirt dust, Got the mud on the tires and a cooler we can trust. Sun's going down slow, past the silo on the hill, Engine running smooth, getting my fill. Of that sweet magnolia air, mixed with a little pine, Got the good life running right along the county line. Truck bed full of memories, ain't worried 'bout the law, It's just me and this feeling, y'all. Country Fried, Country Proud, crank the speakers real loud, From the fields to the towns, watch how we get down. It's that boom-bap beat with a twang and a drawl, Yeah, we keep it real y'all, standing ten feet tall. City lights are shining, but they got a hollow glow, Out here by the bonfire, we putting on a show. Six strings humming, the stars are bright tonight, My girl by my side, everything's alright. Talk about dreams and pickup trucks we drive, This simple country life, yeah we keep it live. No need for high rises or all that concrete gray, We just living for the weekend, every single day. Country Fried, Country Proud, crank the speakers real loud, From the fields to the towns, watch how we get down. It's that boom-bap beat with a twang and a drawl, Yeah, we keep it real y'all, standing ten feet tall. From the east coast pines to the western plains, Different dirt we ride on, but it feels the same. It ain't where you're from, it's how you hold the ground, Real recognize real when that beat drops down. Yeah. Country Rap. That’s how we do it. Kick the dust up. Peace.
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Yeah, back road bound, kicking up the red dirt dust, Got the mud on the tires and a cooler we can trust. Sun's going down slow, past the silo on the hill, Engine running smooth, getting my fill. Of that sweet magnolia air, mixed with a little pine, Got the good life running right along the county line. Truck bed full of memories, ain't worried 'bout the law, It's just me and this feeling, y'all. Country Fried, Country Proud, crank the speakers real loud, From the fields to the towns, watch how we get down. It's that boom-bap beat with a twang and a drawl, Yeah, we keep it real y'all, standing ten feet tall. City lights are shining, but they got a hollow glow, Out here by the bonfire, we putting on a show. Six strings humming, the stars are bright tonight, My girl by my side, everything's alright. Talk about dreams and pickup trucks we drive, This simple country life, yeah we keep it live. No need for high rises or all that concrete gray, We just living for the weekend, every single day. Country Fried, Country Proud, crank the speakers real loud, From the fields to the towns, watch how we get down. It's that boom-bap beat with a twang and a drawl, Yeah, we keep it real y'all, standing ten feet tall. From the east coast pines to the western plains, Different dirt we ride on, but it feels the same. It ain't where you're from, it's how you hold the ground, Real recognize real when that beat drops down. Yeah. Country Rap. That’s how we do it. Kick the dust up. Peace.
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