(Band play) Following somebody else's path and doing the same shit they're doing The same style they're doing it, that ain't fucking legendary (Band play) Breaking off and making your own path and your own style and doing shit your way That's fucking legendary, son
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow)
Lately y'all been hearing rumors Oh, Upchurch got his ass kicked Well that's funny, 'cause I didn't feel it And I ain't seen no video yet Sounds like somebody needs publicity I don't let these bitch boys get to me Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Tennessee Who the fuck are you? I forgot instantly I got a four speed Ford, couple bucks to my name I don't care about money, put some 'speck on my name I grew up firing the game while I spit blue flame I don't care about these boys if they riding in my lane Yeah I'm here with a machete and ready to slit throats Smoking dope while I'm dropping you out of my bass boat Concrete around your feet, motherfucker now float Go swim with the fish like you work at Bass Pro
Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks (You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow, pow) Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow)
Fuck telling folks about your big truck Fuck claiming all you do is fish and hunt Fuck chugging beer in your music video 'Cause you think that gets you credit son Ever since the Robertsons got a TV show Everybody hell yeah and with their camo, whoa And you ain't real apparently If you don't jam to them old songs Half y'all punks never heard of John Denver Old country road on a different level Everybody got a this, everybody got a that Blah, blah, blah, blah, 'bout your John Deere hat I don't care about no fashion statement These bare feet used to run the pavement I'd have been all about fucking years ago But I didn't care to go video tape it Got a lot of honkies running on my team Shit looks like a Donald Trump regime Bitch, I'll run you over, where's the keys? I am here to stay, I will not leave I am in a place you cannot see Deep in Dixieland between the trees Steady laughing at you wannabes And if you really wanna fuck with me
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missing from the hogs of my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow) You can come and get it, come and get it son (Pow, pow)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
