Roses are red Violets are blue My turbo goes Stu-tu-tu-tu
I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the free I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the free
Yeah I come from them outlaws and in-laws And the boys that run them chainsaws Speak down on them then get lost Come back there you will get tossed In the thicket, kick it, truck so wicked Blow smoke, drive by so wild, so lifted Drive throw your town and rev my engine Broke your neck got your attention Shawty lean and my motor clean Talk 'bout the south I am the queen Something out of a movie scene Never seen a country girl as cold as me Yeah, bold as me, I run with the wolf pack Long black train pick me up on the old tracks Told me I was gonna rule the south While other motherfuckers do it for clout bitch
I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the free I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the free
Pawpaw gave me guitars, the other gave me a Bible Step on the stage and the know my name, and it's country rap revival (Let's go) The fans are my disciples (Uh huh) I been led to lead 'em (That's right) They hungry for my words so best believe that I'm gon' feed 'em Been in the sticks since birth, itty bitty Down deep in the oaks knee deep, nitty gritty In the corner store poppin' away from the city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Out in the woods yeah, bought some wood yeah Grease stain on my shirt, rust on the hood yeah Just the cornfed kids up to no good yeah If you wanna talk shit we should crack one yeah I come from the land where the creek turns blood red
I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the free I come from the land where the creek turns blood red Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (Old shed) Run-ins with the law ain't nothing to me South raised in the land of the home of the freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
