Raised Up - Rvshvd

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 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'

Mmmm mmm Mmm (It's Rvshvd) Pardon my Georgia slang Willacoochee born n raised (damn right) Just because I talk this way It really don't mean a thang What, you never seen a black dude boot scoot? Knee bruised but I'm new school Keep it real, why don't you yeah I guess I ain't built the same, special kinda DNA Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks Yeah And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah I hit different (Hit different, hit different, hit d-d-d-different) Some people like the crowds, wait in line for a club downtown I like to take it way on out, turn it up and bring it way up loud (y'all know what I'm talkin' bout) Ain't gonna catch me in the city (no) Ain't no parking for this f150 (uh uh) Strictly corn bread and biscuits Catfish n chilli Chased with a shot of whiskey Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea (I am) Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee (yeah) That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks (bonafide in the sticks) And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different If you like lil Wayne and tailgates, can i get a hell yeah (hell yeah) And if you like fish n grits, that country shit, holla and let me hear ya (hey) Whether you're rollin on dubs or jacked up trucks, turn that shit up And if you came here tonight, about that life, you a real one Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find out in the sticks And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different (Hit different, hit hit different, hit d-d-d-different, d-different, hit different) I hit different