Bulletproof (feat. Justin Adams) - Upchurch

Somebody saw you out, Told me your pretty mouth was saying ugly things. Well if your talking bout me, you must be thinkin bout me. Girl that can only mean Your out there sippin' on that miss me whiskey Wishing you were here with me Lying, trying to hide it while you smokin on that regret cigarette Wishin that you never left Dont it taste bitter sweet Sippin' on that miss me whiskey Like lip stick on a glass, you hang on to the past. Anyone can see right through. You try and act so tough but deep down your missin us Baby we both know the truth. Your out there sippin' on that miss me whiskey Wishing you were here with me Lying, trying to hide it while you smokin on that regret cigarette Wishin that you never left Dont it taste bitter sweet Sippin' on that miss me whiskey Yeahh So sip in your pride Say you dont love me But its a lie. Your out there sippin' on that miss me whiskey Wishin' you were here with me Lying, trying to hide it while you smokin on that regret cigarette Wishin' that you never left Dont it taste bitter sweet Sippin' on that miss me whiskey Yeaahhh oh oh ohh

Yeah She's my all mine sunshine sittin' pretty With her Instagram name on the back glass, yeah Foot prints on the window, Sonic cup watered down rollin' 'round in the back She's my tailgate sittin' at a drive in movie when the sun goes down And my all night rider on them pitch black roads on the edge of town She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl She's a little Hank Williams on a Friday night, sippin' on Jack Fire She's a little Luke Bryan when she's Fallin' asleep to the hummin' of my tires She's sneakin' out at like 1 AM And she told her parents she's goin' to her friends We both know that's a big fat lie, that's right She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl When the moon comes up and the stars all dance I wrap my arms around her sunshine skin Take a look into her eyes, so deep muddy brown And slow dance in this town She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl

I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls Don't wake me up, I'm livin' the dream Livin' the dream, I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh I'm livin' in slow motion, I ain't aged in ten years I'm drunk off the success I steer, how you think I drove here? Black marks on the road aren't known for any reason And besides the fact I walked them before the tattoos in my cells My footprints on the road will be the blueprints for the next gen For every artist strugglin' tryna push your stuff to new ears So take it easy, easy live it, love it, don't give up The battle scars were cool when you make it to the top, son I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls, don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh I feel like Elvis when I walk around my land of grace Feel like Cash when I'm angry and destroyin' my place I feel like the line I'm supposed to walk, I walk beside Just to aggravate some people that wish me bad from time to time Livin' in a dream now, drivin' over pink clouds Kickin' up the angel dust 'cause heaven don't have dirt mounds So if my dreams are real now, I wake up as a night owl It won't bother the sun 'cause like me, it won't burn out Rocket ship, take me to the unknown Somewhere I don't exist no more Where check marks don't verify my life or my style I wanna hang with people who can understand my silent smiles Ooh-whoa-whoa Oh-whoa, whoa, oh-whoa-whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa-whoa, whoa I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls, don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh

Whoa, whoa The only poison I've had is ivy The only man I fear is God No snakes can make me run now 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all No buck can stare me down No neighbor can shut me up I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker I'm off in the holler son We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys The only fight I've ever been in Was takin' up for somebody else The only time I got my jaw jacked is never but damn sure not quite yet The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Holler boy native to the holler soil Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder Or a hand with a loaded gun We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys

Church Sometimes I get stoned in my backyard Lay off in the tall grass, so my view is the stars I think about nothing, get to clear my thoughts From all the thunder and lightning so I feel a spark Sometimes I get higher than the Colorado Rockies Hoping that the county sheriff don't stop me Like Charlie Daniels said, you shouldn't smoke that dope But damn it I can't help, I love rolling stoned With the windows rolled down and the radio up Sweet tea full in my solo cup Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned Yeah, I love rolling stoned Smoke rolling round the cab with the dome light on Lookin' like a stage four Lynyrd Skynyrd song Hangin' out with Mary Jane but she's makin' the time go slow Makin' memories with my buddies through the thick green smoke Puff passing out the windows of my old Tahoe Lifted so damn high I can't come down Drivin' under the speed limit in my town With the windows rolled down and the radio up Sweet tea full in my solo cup Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Soundin' like a concert out my beat up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned Yeah, I love rolling stoned There ain't nothing like the swaying of a windy back road Baked out like a barn full of tobacco I know Jesus drank wine but I bet he wouldn't mind Sittin' with me in my Chevy, passin' round a few times With the windows rolled down, the radio up Sweet tea full in our solo cups Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Like a concert out my beat up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Ol' Willie said there's not nothing wrong with smokin' dope So light one up, and let's go rolling stoned So pass me that, and let's start rolling stoned

Yeah, I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red (yeah) Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands (yeah) Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am (yeah) Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Yeah, when the shit goes down I'll be somewhere with a 100,000 gun shot rounds With a railroad car covered up in the ground With a barbed wire fence wrapped all the way around my house Four-wheelers, dirt bikes, 80 model high rise Snipers spittin' beech nut from a hilltop rise Yeah, motherfucker, everybody's on my team Bikers, OG's, Klan members and the police And everybody's still figurin' out what's on the news And they do this shit on purpose who ain't even got a clue White lives, black lives, and the blue matter too So point your gun across the sea and let's just stand as a group 'Cause they got people tryna kill us 'cause our fuckin' beliefs And towelheads in the subway with a bomb in their briefs So let's cut the bullshit and stand for all our people And cut some motherfuckin' throats, let them bleed 'til we're equal I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah Thunder bar runnin', I'm the man behind the curtain Got a fuck you, I don't even know you attitude for certain I'm just tryna find my purpose while the vultures fly around my head Tellin' me the things I can do to darn prove myself Friends fallin' off of the face of the Earth 'Cause they don't know how to act that I made myself somethin' I'm unity bustin' southern motherfucker for real And I live by the home flag, die by the steel Gunpowder and kerosene, grenades and pride And if you tryna harm my country then you in for a ride And we don't bury you bitches, we just throw you up in the fire That's the smell of sweet freedom, USA 'til I die I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland My homeland, yeah My homeland, my homeland, my homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) My homeland (Yeah, my homeland, yeah, my homeland) I'm the son of the south, blood crimson red Blue jeans faded with the grease-stained hands Scars on my knuckles and that's still who I am Don't come over here disrespectin' my homeland (Yeah, my homeland) My homeland