Dirtfloorcracker

Looking for something to prove Looking for something to say We eat our grits and We don't mind sweet in our tea All they've ever known their TV taught them Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known Call me dirtfloorcracka But them words just feel me with pride You seem so pleasant You've got something to say But them words you speak deep down Loving to irritate, we're not that fooled by ya This hard head ya see You keep your money coming We'll feed ya cheap cornbread and Them grits keep flowing baby Psy-collard greens and my mama said ‽Hey boy listen to what they mean†All they've ever known their TV taught them Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known Call me dirtfloorcracka But them words just feel me with pride We got the soul but you Don't want the feeling, ain't right We go them moves but you Decide to pull it tight, you think you got but it It's like the road you say you about to move it 40 We got the record playing All they've ever known their TV taught them Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known Call me dirtfloorcracka But them words just feel me with pride