Open road, a Winnebago A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levee (You know it) Shit growing up in my town, fame was only on television I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use Then blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views I guess I'm what's left of them old school dudes Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too 'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a fuck you attitude I grew up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard I guess I was destined to spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too On the same old road in a old school caddy A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes If they are well then fuck it let me roll outta fuel
This that southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump And my middle finger's up like that motherfucker's stuck I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup You fucking Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit I'm the kind to get [?] by a sexual bitch So get the fuck around me acting all extra and shit From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few balls [?] may God rest his soul So I still rep Antioch every city that I go motherfucker
Open road, a Winnebago A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too On the same old road in a old school caddy A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes If they are well then fuck it let me roll outta fuelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
