Say About Me

Album: Real Friends (2019)
  • Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
    'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
    See, I grew up in a single wide with a poster of Kid Rock
    And when you start out from the bottom, son, you scream when you're on top
    From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet
    The odds are always stacked against me but there ain't nothin' stopped me yet

    'Cause I make money, I make music
    I got swagger and I use it
    Cowboy hat when I feel it
    Feather in the back, Zebco reelin'
    Skip from a Bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me
    At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Uh, yeah
    That's right, check it

    See, I got the hottest women that this world has ever seen (damn)
    And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree
    A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
    So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
    And before I knew it there was platinum records up hangin' on my wall
    And I thank God every day I'm a member of the Grand Ole Opry, y'all

    'Cause I make money, I make music
    I got swagger and I use it
    Cowboy hat when I feel it
    Feather in the back, Zebco reelin'
    Skip from a Bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin' see how it hits me
    At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Alright, uh

    Offset
    I got the baddest bitch in the game (bad)
    Diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (ice)
    I eat Percocet, ease the pain (pain)
    Hate it or you love it, I'ma pull up in a Range (hey)
    Trap star, rock star, you can hear it in the guitar (hoo)
    Oh God, this a Lambo' not a Mopar ('Par)
    Fishtail doing donuts like a go-kart (skrrt)
    There go twelve, hit the gas on a cop car
    On my soul, I can tell when she looking for the gold
    On my soul, I get the bag then I'm out the back door
    Let the weed smoke blow
    While I'm on the balcony in the robe
    Black diamonds, it's a crow
    Get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf

    Skip from a Bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me
    At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Alright

    We raised up on that Hank Jr. 83, son
    Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air
    Now somebody scream Writer/s: Blake Anthony Carter, Chris Janson, Shy Carter, Tommy Cecil
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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