Give me Guinness for the hardest grind God give me no limits 'cause limits for people who dream in part time The line Cash walked I kick the same one to the ditch side We ain't walkin' and talkin', I teleport in bitch pines I grew up paintin' houses now my paint on a canvas Illustratin' ideas that never existed in my presence Started passin' ones who neglected this redneck's direction Texas taught this redneck that Red Dead Redemption And Tennessee made me want a smokey ass bandit Survival skills like Appalachia, mainstream thought I stranded They must be a bunch of beavers, always yellin' at me damnit But don't at me 'cause they can't compete with a motherfuckin' savage
I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone Superstars been stuck in the city too long They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings Too much cash in my jacket do the dash like I'm James Dean Keep it movin' like a chase scene In a frame that you can't see, James Dean
Heart pumpin' like neon 'til my chest glow like Superman Ride down the strip in a drop top, and you can watch the lights dim More bars than Nashville night life, tell a tourist buy a flashlight And CEOs to leave me, leave me alone or they a crash site I keep the flame, campfire, what keep me sane, nighttime 6-1-5 my whole life, knuckles scared and I still fight Batman building civilian, this black knight be too damn brilliant No city snake slick enough for this hillbilly reptillian The outside of no ceilings, no murder but made a killin' Don't swallow pride 'cause I spit it, pony boy this gold glisten Valve covers on my engine encrypted with hieroglyphics No pens like composition, the way I do it not comprehended This a vengeance on the system, can't mute the ones who listen And what's a blueprint to us magicians? What's mainstream to blue jeans? Day one they was like, "Who he?" Ten years later lookin' through the window two-oh-two-three I'm here motherfucker this a trial not a lane And when I leave this motherfucker this shit not gon' be the same
I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone Superstars been stuck in the city too long They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings Too much cash in my jacket do the dash like I'm James Dean Keep it movin' like a chase scene In a frame that you can't see, James DeanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
