Since you Passed through I can't move Got my head in a hold, what I know, you control You've been gone For so long Is it wrong To give into this mess, to regress You are all that I want You are all that I want You are all that I want When the lights go out for miles around If I close my eyes in the heat of the crowd I swear I swear I saw you there And the kids all move to the pretty sounds But inside my heart's lying on the ground I swear I swear I've got you there Mistakes That you made Don't erase You would push, you would pull, to control I am sold and you've won Now it's done I can't run You catch up soon enough, it's too much You are all that I want You are all that I want You are all that I want When the lights go out for miles around If I close my eyes in the heat of the crowd I swear I swear I saw you there And the kids all move to the pretty sounds But inside my heart's lying on the ground I swear I swear I've got you there

No matter what they say Let it go, let it go No matter what they do Let it go, let it go No matter what they say Let it go, let it go No matter what they do Let it go, let it go No matter what they say Let it go, let it go No matter what they do Let it go, let it go

In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) One man mötley crüe with these girls, girls, girls Ain't my fault they string me 'long like some pearls, pearls, pearls And my heart too big I wanna love, love, love But I end up hating me even more, more, more Then I end up downtown in a twin turbo horse Revving up my engine at some Broadway girls And say you wanna skirt some curves I'm local to all gas and the heartbreak hurts I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) I'm a backwoods bandit some don't understand it I'm a star because the stars are truck bed and a blanket Ladies love me cause my accent and I'm crazy They go out in skirts I offer outskirts and danger Hard born rang of thing I'm no stranger Cruising through music city with one in the chamber Too wild to tame too lone to stray Living too fast to be anybody's second place I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night Don't try to call my phone in the middle of the night If I ain't with you in the morning don't hit me when the moon's bright I've been riding around the city in my mustang Thinking 'bout how you and me could be a thing I couldn't hear you over my exhaust when you called The shit you put me through I don't think we can resolve I ain't no Broadway girl baby yeah don't get that shit twisted I keep a nine on my hip in case these bitches start tripping I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda light I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams nah baby I ain't gonna trip cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night

Check Bottleneck What up son? What you doin' boy? Gettin' it Yeah! We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Baby, I'm the parkin' lot junkie Pull up in something stuntin' with both my Mickey T's rubbin' Mossberg in the back if you wanna get it sluggin' And when I'm sipping a Jim Beam, I tend to get destructive Hell I'll reckon y'all, comin' like a wrecking ball Don't bother nobody, but can Connor McGregor your ass a broken jaw Had 'em lookin' at me like, "Who the fuck is this guy?" Well, I'm Upchurch bitch and you're chicken my four-wheel drive And I don't change for nobody, not money, not fame No trucks, no girls, no TV, no way We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Yes sir brother, we gon' turn up the night Got a whole case of beer and a gallon of shine Everybody lookin' when we pull in the scene And got every Average Joe wanna jump on the team (ha-ha) We keep the parkin' lot poppin' and the mud holes hot And you know the beat knocks when the new shit drops (woo) Just sipping out my cup in the bed of my truck (that's right) And I'm drinkin' on the shine, testin' my luck I'm hoping that the law don't take me to jail (aww, shit) We gon' turn up the night and chase some more tail We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we-we-we) We gon' turn up the night Aww, shit We pull up, we turn heads Got the parking lot pumpin' with them old school jams We show up, we show off We got the cops called for us revvin' up the exhaust It's all good around here Just don't let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer And when the blue lights fade and Barney Fife's out of sight (We gon', we gon', we we we) We gon' turn up the night

Church (whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) (Ha ha) hey! Yeah, hip hop rockin' to a tickin' exhaust And got creek water, copperheads at my feet Slitherin', hissin', but they ain't gonna bite me none Rattlesnake venom drippin' off the bullets in my gun Smile kinda crooked from the tobacco up in my gum Porch lights flickerin' 'cause the ghost feelin' my buzz Hill picking in the country, a place you'll never find With the mean rock waters black berries on the vine All I smell is muddy water, honeysuckles and deer meat Cheatham County in my veins, dirty water has made me That rebel flag junkie Mr. General E. Lee With the voice of the mud strong heartbeat of Dixie, motherfucker (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) to the ones who lost their souls (Up in the Boondocks) Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Son, I'm priceless, bone stock old Camaro And I'm in it to be a legend, give a fuck about dinero I want my shit played when I'm six feet in the ground A hundred years in the dirt, still bumpin' my sound While you dancin' around the fire, while you sippin' that 'shine And tailgatin' with your buddies, puff passin' the pines Sippin' and chillin', watchin' the slow change of the times Think about me every time you start that fire (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) to the ones who lost their souls (Up in the Boondocks) Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (Being who I am, baby, come in the boondocks) Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (Being who I am, baby, come in the boondocks) Snakeskin boots, gonna dance with the devil Born country with the fetish of rappin' in heavy metal Hank Jr. and Pantera, Allison Transmission With the chains in the back, Layne Staley is spittin' And givin' my right and reppin' the Confederate States Until I'm down in a hole, I'm the rooster man Yeah, here I come, and I'm reppin' for Dixie Ain't none of you motherfuckers ever gonna evict me (Evict me, evict me, ain't none of you motherfuckers ever gonna evict me) (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) and the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa) to the ones who lost their souls Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-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 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