Raised - Mikael Oterhals

I breathe it in like morning wind Through pampas grass, I'll make it last Like my last twenty Oh, ain't it funny? How even when it's wrong, I come on strong Like coffee black, I'll burn as fast as a box fan hummin' Oh, I ain't runnin' from nothin' I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey I wear it proud like Mama's house Or a Sunday dress, that's still the test of a Christmas Eve It's all on my sleeve So bring on the dry spell, tell me the hard truth Let's take the long way, that's what I'm used to When makin' this bet, if you're all in Put on your seatbelt, if you can't tell I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It's 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin' I know it's worth more than gold This hand you hold, I know you know that I can't help that I'm this way I'll take you to the grave, right to the grave, yeah I can't help that I'm this way, oh I'm all in and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin'

I was raised in the hood (East side Long Beach, to be exact) I was raised in the hood (Where the grass is greener and the Crips are much meaner) We got your Dick I was raised in the Vagina (I'll never turn my back on the hood, yeah) I was raised in the hood (You can take me out the hood) (But you can't take the hood up outta me, you, dig?) We got your back Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves The twins, yeah, I'm stealin' niggas, please What you know 'bout that, I do it every time Told 'em 1800 had 'em mixin' it with lime Oh wee, my life is like a movie I was thuggin' in the beach when I lit my first doobie In the same city where I got my first piece of coochie Where I sold my first dime and I held my first Uzi Bitch, choose me 'cause I'm goin' to the top Rap or the rock Them hoes think I'm on, bitch, whenever will it stop? I was poppin' like it's on, slammin' Chevy's up the block East up, what it do though, now I ride 2 door The Porsche lookin' mean, I threw up the two O Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood (We got your back) I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood (We got your back) Raised by the monsters, the criminals, the G's It was plain he had the niggas on the east What you know 'bout that, Snoopy in his prime, I'm a boss I catch a nigga slippin' like moss Ride with the realest, I've been on it since a young And it's 200 bitches in the function Lookin' cool, you know it, bitchy, I'm rollin' And I ain't worried 'bout them niggas, we patrollin' The hood and the city, rollin' on that dilly 2 Millys, 2 Bugattis, call 'em Rozay and Diddy Heart of the set, homie, I'm a vet Lil nigga, keep ya clothes, ask around, I'm a rep East up, what it do though, hoes spillin' Nuvo Doggy on his tip, I threw up the two O Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back Raised by them hustlas them dealers on the block It was plenty of them niggas on the spot What you know 'bout that, turned up fully The hood raised me, gang bangin' made me a bully, ya dig? Burnt out And any party we at, you know it's turned out The people talkin' the rumors, now what you heard about? How I spend 100 thou' gettin' purped out?, I'm strapped up I keep a pistol for these suckers tryna act up They know I'm famous like I won't get in the streets 'cuz Like I don't come from the dub, yeah, I'm a beast, bru What it do though, dickies for the dulo Homie, you know skinny niggas sumo Hella far from broke, the 40 won't choke Plus a niggas still elope, only 'cause I was I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood I was raised in the hood We got your back I was raised in the hood (Baby-doll) I was raised in the hood (Baby-doll, good lookin' girl) We got your back I was raised in the hood (Yeah, everybody in neighborhood) I was raised in the hood (But your) We got your back

Snap backs and levi jeans, Pbr and burnt CDs Running for the grass on the hot concrete Still working on our summer feet Cheap gas and ready ice, Trunk music and headlight fights Dodging smoke from a riverbank fire Pretty girl and a pickup line like "Hey what's your name, you know smoke follows beauty baby" We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it Car wash at the custom tent Sticky quarters and pine tree scent The only sign that we ever got stuck Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck 5-1's with a 20 on top Three guard at the barber shop Duckin' from your ex at the 4 way stop Turn the music down when you're passing the cops We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Mama's prayer and daddy's speech Front porch philosophies A Little too young and dumb to see Just what it all meant to me We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played Lord with a feel' Some call it folk, some call it soul People let me tell you it was rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Listening to the music that my idols made I knew every single record the DJ's played A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass But the younger generation knew it would last Time's gone by, the beat goes on But every time I hear it Lord it takes me home I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Mother played recordings of Beethoven's Fifth Mozart's sonatas down the classical Liszt My papa loved to listen to his country songs While I was in the back room rockin' on I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul

When Momma used my full name, I knew she meant business I learned to say, "Yes sir" from the first time that I didn't I've felt that bible belt and I know what soap tastes like I've done my share of wrong, but I was raised up right And I figured out that midnight ain't the same as 12:03 You can't go on a date when your Daddy's got your keys There's cocaine in your sock drawer will keep you home on Friday nights I've learned a lot the hard way, 'cause I was raised up right Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right That Zebco taught me patience, castin' from the bank And I learned what country music was when Grandpa played me, Hank A handshake don't mean nothin' if you don't look 'em in the eye Hard work will make a boy a man Yeah, I was raised up right Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right When they pulled me from that water on the day I got baptized I was raised up I was Raised up right like my Momma's hands in Sunday mornin' church Raised up right like my Daddy's can of beer right after work Like the flag over the court house every mornin' at sunrise I was raised up right I was raised up right I was raised, raised up right Raised up right

I like 'em raised in a... Some girls like boys raised up in the city Cleaned up new truck shined up looking pretty But mine likes a hand me down Silverado riding round town like he won the lotto Some like the kind living high in a high rise Mine's just fine in a dive sipping high life Some want a trophy on their arm I like a different kind of charm I like 'em raised in a barn Sun up, sun down no doubt they're out there working hard 'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt Might catch him in a bar on a Friday But you'll see him in a church every Sunday Those good ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart I like 'em raised in barn I like 'em raised in barn The only door that he ever leaves open Is the one that you know he's holding open for me Yeah, his Mama taught him right, mm That's just my type I like 'em raised in a barn Sun up, sun down no doubt they're out there working hard 'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt Might catch him in a bar on a Friday But you'll see him in a church every Sunday Those good ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart I like 'em raised in barn Some girls want a trophy on their arm But I like a different kind of charm I like 'em raised in a barn Sun up, sun down no doubt they're out there working hard 'Cause they know what it's worth to get their hands in the dirt Might catch him in a bar on a Friday But you'll see him in a church every Sunday (Sunday) Those good ol' boys sure knows how to treat a heart I like 'em raised in barn I like 'em raised in barn