Country Band Man
Why live Back in the woods you see
Got a five star plants nearly 50 ft.
Down an old dirt road off of interstate 10
Bring a 20 pack Dime sack by to begin
Got a shotgun and a box of birds
im about the chuggin plus the good work
Shrooms in the pasture throwin up some laughter
If the cops show up then it really don't matter
Around the fire just writing the song
Got my family and friends right where we belong
Got some pure pressure but just come as you are
You can pass out in the pasture now ur sleepin with the stars
Dream about the streets of gold
livin in the past oh i never wanna grow old
passin' time on my granddaddys gland
And i started the shitthen i started the band
I'm a country band man
smokin weed cookin contraband
i grew up in the southern land
playin guitar with my calice hands
Oh im a country band man
Smokin weed cookin in contraband
i grew up in the southern land
seein words with my calice hands
Check this out im bout to speak a little truth
bout the good ol' boyz that were brought up in the loose
see im the country band man
u knew i grew up in the southern land
High demands, supply demands, yea im a fuckin' rider man
Red lightin in a GMC see your a classic baby
back when gas was cheap
while we were poppin the tabs girls are losin thier tops
G spots steadily dodgin the cops
on the levi BRUH!
down in old white road
till we can go to janeys house
Cause daddy aint home
were undercover lovers and bitches undercover
don't bother me don't smother me
all we needed was the top

INVIA LE CORREZIONI