Off the Rails (feat. Upchurch) - Bottleneck

When the sun goes down you know where I'll be With a case of good time and some John Deere green Kickin' sparks to the sky, I'm in my zone Every night sprayin' on that campfire cologne A campfire cologne Yeah, you know I'm not alone A campfire cologne That aroma on my clothes takes me back farther back y'all We'd build ourselves a pile and light up a bonfire We'd have the best times and never even try Good friends made good company we'd blast every time We'd blaze it up and let it burn high Dance around the flames Joke on one another, callin' each other names We never took it personal, we was brothers and best friends Just livin' in the moment, felt like it'd never end We did some good smokin', a good bit of day drinkin' Thinkin' up lies to tell and hell the river rope swingin' I lost track of some of y'all but now you're on my mind And this smell on my shirt makes me think about the good times When the sun goes down, you know where I'll be With a case of good time and some John Deere green Kickin' sparks to the sky, I'm in my zone Every night sprayin' on that campfire cologne A campfire cologne Yeah, you know I'm not alone A campfire cologne Man, that smell on my clothes brings back the good times We were all raising hell, I'd sing songs and make rhymes And nobody was listenin', then it was just y'all On highway 18, in the yard playin' ball With no flags, no tags strictly tackle Then we'd crank a flame Crack a bottle and laugh like nothin' happened The smell from the pine tree Needles, and cones, is like a time machine When it was just David Jones We didn't have to be responsible and pay no bills Wasn't thinkin' 'bout raisin' babies, negotiating deals And even though I'm grateful now, I'll never forget The way we grew through the smell of the flames It makes me reminisce When the sun goes down, you know where I'll be With a case of good time and some John Deere green Kickin' sparks to the sky, I'm in my zone Every night sprayin' on that campfire cologne A campfire cologne Yeah, you know I'm not alone A campfire cologne Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high Live your life the way you want to like you'll never die Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high Live your life the way you want to like you'll never die Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high Live your life the way you want to like you'll never die Just light it up, light it up and let it burn high Live your life the way you want to like you'll never die

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

Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy The only time you see me is when the thunder clashes In the middle of the night with the wolves in action And despite a dead body, you straight up makin' her say (I'm in love, I'm in love with a cowboy) She's in love with a mystery, if I do point-blank 'Cause I stay ridin' through towns, like I don't ever even stay I'm just cruisin' the coast with about 500 horses No brakes at my feet 'cause all I know is to floor it And she stands at the porch askin', "Why can't I go?" I tell her flirtin' with disaster is all that I know I'll be back when the sun sinks down in the hills Trench coat pulled tight, six gun on my hip Lit Marlboro Red hangin' out of my lips Call me the Lonesome Dove, I disappear in the mist Of the Clydesdale hooves click-clack to a swamp song By the time I told her, you know I'll already be gone (gone) Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy The wild west is a land for a gamblin' man But no pretty lady holds two rough hands 'Cause these hands got a quick draw for these stars Hit the bullseye point-blank, one shot from afar These boots been through the cave and hot mud I leave the heartbreak to the dive of the FL When I turn on that road, put on the fancy dress And slip them high heels on, put that sequin to rest, uh I'll take you to the wild wild west Where they gun sling the best and the whiskey's like gasoline Make me runaway with you in a smoky saloon And make up for the nights that I was missin' you Take me to the wild wild west I'll wear my finest dress to your midnight rodeo Take me on your fastest ride Like Bonnie and Clyde down the darkest back road I'll keep on holdin' tight to you until we see the mornin' Up and down, round and round, eight seconds ain't enough And I can't help it but, I'm in love with a cowboy I'm in love, I'm in love with a cowboy

"You're now listening to 1999 Keep it locked" Yeah, ay Apparently they tried to get him out the picture Pheromones are back been gone too many winters Courthouses full of people pointin' fingers Little did they know It's gon' take more than that to bury me Killin Bills feelin' like I'm Tarantin' We against defeat that's not our fantasy Lil hoe ay, yeah, aw Bottles on bottles I'm talkin' le labo I speak to the mic and the paper gon' follow You might've misheard me If you think I'm lettin' you fuck with the (fuck with the) Fuck with the journey If anything I'm puttin' you on a jersey I fucked with a freak from Berlin She a 9 out of 10, but I'd prolly not do it again Yeah I hate fallin' out with a bitch I hate pillow talkin' to bitches you ridin' this dick But you don't have no interests They movin' like ramen noodles Way the heat turnin' all of em soft in an instant That fame was my bitch for a sec But I'm over her now we maintaining a distance, uh "You have arrived at Cupertino station Doors are opening" Ricky ravioli It's the biggest boss, baby The biggest baby, yes! Let's go Top down, my smoke thick Free throws, I own this White tees, my hat back My bitch bad, I love this I run past that fuck shit That small talk some fuck shit Rich niggas my forecast Anything else, is suspect (boss) Laid back let's roll up (boss) Smoke good, my nose up(boss) Roscoe's, I'm iced out Them niggass know my polar (woo) Check this out, so hold up Jada Pinkett, done sold dust (hold up) Double M, we on one Right back with the Cold Crush I been rich, do research (run it) Top down on three perks (run it) South Beach, I moonlight Niggas know what I mood like And she know what my mood like Luc Belaire, it's a smooth night (woo) Dark room, I'm iced out (iced out) Sunrise, it's lights out Biggest Maybach Music

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