[Upchurch:] Sittin' 'round a bonfire smokin' When it's time to ride we rollin' Can't nobody hide in the open Reap what you sow, what you sow'n
Catalog bigger than an Avon book Voice loud like a motor in an old school truck Walk like a caveman, brute force the beat drop I'll be in the club like Flintstones to Bedrock Yeah, procharge the dyno, too cold, yes-yes I know I've broken a thermostat, my state of mind froze To thaw it out I need to furnish a furnace Go burn it right after the mic drop And I'm done tellin' myself every night this next time I might pop Keep dressin' for that award show I hope your wardrobe is all fucked up I already pop pop popped a couple times Already drop drop drop drop the timeless rhymes Every country kid across the world Will forever and ever eye the prize with their friends and bonfires So really, what do you think of me? Hometown buddy gettin' stoned as fuck Tennessee Titan Hail Mary at the top of the mountain Vols T on top of my motherfuckin' Gatling gun Brrrahh, they can still still all come and get it Blah, "Southern Land", that's how I'm livin' Blah, damn all these haters I've missed 'em I was too busy stackin' ammunition
[Adam Calhoun & (Upchurch):] Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' When we try to ride then we rollin', rollin' Can't nobody hide in the open, open Reap what you sow, what you sow'n, sow'n Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin') When we try to ride then we rollin', rollin' (When we try to ride then we rollin') Can't nobody hide in the open, open (Can't nobody hide in the open) Reap what you sow, what you sow'n, sow'n (Reap what you sow, what you sow'n)
[Adam Calhoun:] Why'm I so violent? When I close my eyelids I 'bout lose my shit, like it's a mosh pit On this mic I'm a monster, you barely conscious I'm fully loaded I'm ready for action I'm a pro at this shit, why we talkin' 'bout practice? We got some white boys with some big automatics That cut you in half, yeah they good at mathematics I'm a starter when it's game time, got a 45 on my waistline Who want what up motherfucker bang bang time Hang with a bunch of hillbillies that share the same thought in they mind I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't, I ain't got no blumper, who wants smoke? Been a long ass haul down this old ass road, everywhere we go, they all know
[Adam Calhoun & (Upchurch):] Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' When we try to ride then we rollin', rollin' Can't nobody hide in the open, open Reap what you sow, what you sow'n, sow'n Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin') When we try to ride then we rollin', rollin' (When we try to ride then we rollin') Can't nobody hide in the open, open (Can't nobody hide in the open) Reap what you sow, what you sow'n, sow'n (Reap what you sow, what you sow'n)
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