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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Racket County
Racket County
Performer
Hard Target
Hard Target
Performer
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Ryan Flemming
Ryan Flemming
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wes Breit
Wes Breit
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I'm sauced up like post malone And i'm underground like a gophers home That bell will ring like a mobile phone I disconnect it like broken bones Get your lip swole now you need cortizone Lookin like a logo for the rolling stones We goin in like an open home But im focused knowin out hope is gone Im bat shit and im coo-coo when that track hit I get screws loose And that ratchets that does hat tricks With no magic and no voodoo You better ask them closed caption I want access to your hulu I got a ... like brad pitt She got ... I was born and raised in the middle a nowhere My mama told me son this life aint no fair You better stand cuz i won't be there to hold your hand Don't you worry bout me i'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah That whiskey's up and that bass is down Just gimme that mic don't make a sound Your face is frown but it came around Cuz all my folks we stayin down We stayin true we ain't afraid of you Just sayin dude a lotta change in you I stay the same you changin lanes Just sit back and see what we came to do Im on another level baby you can check my status A georgia backwoods rebel you better remember that From trailer parks to private jets man i just seen it all My middle of nowhere took me somewhere better believe it yall I was born and raised in the middle a nowhere My mama told me son this life aint no fair You better stand cuz i won't be there to hold your hand Don't you worry bout me i'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah White boy with a bass backwoods drawl is the way i talk I know a lotta folks gettin down like that Ain't sayin yall trash but your brack aint wack Get mad that your kickin up mud tracks Most cats playin one song and they go and judge off that I bet that what your hearin is a whole lot different Than the boys talkn loud got a belly full of beer Gonna kill me a deer same time every year Me i'm laughin like yall no fear Cuz we out castin lines off the pier To make another dirt ride party a miss Don't call ahead cop look at that shit I do believe the Lacs earned a spot so we changin up our name to dirt rock Shit I was born and raised in the middle a nowhere My mama told me son this life aint no fair You better stand cuz i won't be there to hold your hand Don't you worry bout me i'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Whiskey in my cup that why i'm drinkin for the hell of it If you tryin to tell me something i ain't listenin for nothing Singing woah woah
Writer(s): Timothy Mosley, Warren Mathis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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