County - Lil Bishop

Man, these boys think they got me, ha-ha You ain't got shit son I'm the Lane Frost of this shit So bring ya ass on then (Hell yeah!) I'm on my country boy shit, hillbilly like it's Beverly Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit Follow me down to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter When I started from the bottom, now ya honky got a buzz on Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery I came up from nothin' now my face in more than 50 states Pedal to the metal, I ain't even go and tap the brakes And I ain't from the city, I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain't time to go and fake it Woo! Now let me pop that clutch Ain't your man with a plan though that always crunch I'm that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust (Hell yeah!) We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter Nashville born, small hick town raised On the edge of Music Row, corn field, wind sways Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze Everything gets dirty tryna pave that way I ain't never had a hand out, never had a pick me up Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I'm popular on Instagram Haters say I'm fakin' shit, say I'm not famous, barely lit When I didn't have the management to make sure that I'm well equipped So fingers up and shots on me famous and I'm 23 Self-made son, country boy from middle Tennessee We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter (Hell yeah!)

Oh, pour me up a drink, there's a bottle and a seat I'm only halfway to crazy by now We're past that breaking point, past that road of choice And there ain't nothin' left in this town I thought by now I'd've figured shit out You and me, we got some bad reputations We dance 'round like thieves in the night I bet your halo could use some reconsideration But it's the only thing that makes this all right Heaven knows time ain't slowin' down Yeah, we still kick around Our same ol' stomping grounds And life, it'll pass you by As you drink all through the night Under a Houston County sky So roll me up a smoke, I'll take a toke for hope I'm only halfway to 80 by now You was a Peanut Queen, I was 17 and mean You wanted so bad to leave this town Ain't it funny how it all works out Ain't nothin' left but making love and raising babies There ain't nothing wrong with the simple life Hey darling, I love you, but the smoke is gettin' hazy Maybe we should just get drunk and fight Down at The Gin on a Saturday night Heaven knows time ain't slowin' down Yeah, we still kick around Our same ol' stomping grounds And life, it'll pass you by As you drink all through the night Under a Houston County sky Heaven knows time ain't slowin' down Yeah, we still kick around Our same ol' stomping grounds And life, it'll pass you by As you drink all through the night Under a Houston County sky A Houston County sky A Houston County sky

Funny how a blessing feels just like a curse Bad love hurts, but somehow good love hurts me worse 'Cause lately I'm mistaken honey for the bees Having troubles sleeping with you next to me I sink in you like water Pray you won't pull me under One look and I die, heaven in your eyes Helt hard in the white light I dive in you like water I sink like a stone Stone, in your water Stone, in your water Stone, in your water Stone, in your water Be gentle with me Have patience with me, oh 'Cause I've been in the corner of my mind that tells me I'm not good enough for anybody like you Help me out, you know I need you like water Stone, in your water Stone, in your water Stone, in your water Stone, in your water

When I lay my head dreaming in my bed I will fly away to my favourite holiday Green ribbon in my hair, laughter in the air Snow falling down If Christmas time is once a year Then, all I want to do is spread some cheer Spread some cheer The blissful winter wonderland Stars twinkle bright like tensile for the night If cookies ain't gone there's always room for more Red ribbon in my hair, laughter in the air Snow falling down If Christmas time is once a year Then, all i want to do is spread some cheer Spread some cheer The blissful winter wonder land Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh If Christmas time is once a year Then, all i want to do is spread some cheer Spread some cheer The blissful winter wonderland Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh