If Drew didn't film it, then it ain't filmed right.
Dude, I'm just so glad I'm not making any of those damn songs anymore.
Because I'm tired of being where I was writing those songs and everything, you know what I'm saying?
Sounds good, but it's about out of beer, you know, and it's time to go.
All right, Pawpaw, come on, dog.
One more second, I want Noah to hear this song. Noah, throw these on real quick.
Turn it up, though, max.
I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Grove, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff boots and the flannel tees
You've never been from where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35, it's red clay down in P .C .B.
Never been to the Mason -Dixon's, but I've seen those county lines
Mud grafts on the back road, drifting
Southern bell rubbing on my thigh
22 in the back seat loaded
Maglite sitting by my side
Game would have been trying to catch me
Trail cams on the power line
Red dirt on my square toes, but I wear those when I go out to break
My tattoos and my cutoffs
To clean the mud off and I didn't even make it
She's from West Palm, but she's a Bama girl
She got baby blues, but I couldn't have her dated
In rock bar with express cars, popping bottles hard
Like I'm signing to a major
I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Grove, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff boots and the flannel tees
You've never been from where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35, it's red clay down in P .C .B.
My twang's real, but y 'all fake y 'alls
I got scholarships off of Lake Docks
I was a rapper just for TikTok
Until I started cunching in your hate on me
I like acoustic and I like trap
Out in Nolensville is where my mic's at
I'm a little different so the rappers know me
But you buckle bunnies don't like that
Ski truck, I just killed a big buck
Sipping on some good stuff
Bump into some mud stuff
808's mixed up with the banjo
Foreign wrapped in camo
I bet all of y 'all fans know about Kid G
I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Grove, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff boots and the flannel tees
You've never been from where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35, it's red clay down in P .C .B.
