Mind on Georgia

[Catchy Hook]

Georgia, got my mind on Georgia, dirty south vibe, no place go harder,

ATL nights with a peach-sweet aura, Bulldogs bite, no need for warnings.

Trap beats knocking with a bassline burner, Savannah flow slick like the coast’s slow turner,

Legends in the making, every star’s a fast learner, Georgia in my veins, now the fire burns firmer.

[Verse 1]

Red clay roots where the rhythm runs deep, city lights flash while the pinewoods sleep.

Dirty south slang with a double-time leap, 808 thump with a knock so steep.

Crunk to the trap, now the world’s on beat, Outkast paved with a vibe unique.

Savannah raised tough with a rhyme technique, Georgia in my blood, every line I speak.

Mountains up north with the trails so steep, beaches down south where the coastlines meet.

Legends in the game, yeah, the roots run deep, Georgia keeps moving while the world repeats.

[Bridge]

Sweet tea sipping as the porch swing sways, soul food cooking while the jazz band plays.

Ray Charles echoes through the moonlit haze, legends never die, they just pave new ways.

Macon to Augusta, vibe so bold, coastal breeze flowing with a heart of gold.

Southern state pride in the stories we told, Georgia in my spirit till my body turns cold.

[Verse 2]

Between hedges tight, Sanford ignites, Bulldogs snapping with championship might.

Kirby got 'em running, every play’s airtight, SEC kings in the red and white.

Peach fuzz dreams with a platinum sight, hustle stays clean with a southern-right bite.

Born in the struggle, but we rise to the height, Georgia's in my soul, keep the torch alight.

Tailgate vibes with the crowd so hyped, red and black flags in the stadium lights.

Victory rings and the title in sight, two-time champs, yeah, we earned that right.

[Bridge]

Sweet tea sipping as the porch swing sways, soul food cooking while the jazz band plays.

Ray Charles echoes through the moonlit haze, legends never die, they just pave new ways.

Macon to Augusta, vibe so bold, coastal breeze flowing with a heart of gold.

Southern state pride in the stories we told, Georgia in my spirit till my body turns cold.

[Verse 3]

Peach State swagger with a cadence insane, syllables stack with a lyrical chain.

Trap house echoes with a bassline reign, ATL built it, now we run the domain.

T.I. with the hustle, Jeezy untamed, Ludacris moves with a vibe unchained.

Savannah underground with a beat ingrained, Georgia in my heart and it pumps through the veins.

Midnight rides down Peachtree Lane, city lights shining like a gold champagne.

[Catchy Hook]

Georgia, got my mind on Georgia, dirty south vibe, no place go harder,

ATL nights with a peach-sweet aura, Bulldogs bite, no need for warnings.

Trap beats knocking with a bassline burner, Savannah flow slick like the coast’s slow turner,

Legends in the making, every star’s a fast learner, Georgia in my veins, now the fire burns firmer.