Nowhere - Racket County, The Lacs & Hard Target: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Racket County, The Lacs & Hard Target

Nowhere

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Nowhere è stato pubblicato il 5 agosto 2016 da Dirt Rock Empire come parte dell'album Welcome to Dodge City

Dettagli della canzone

AlbumWelcome to Dodge City

Data di uscita5 agosto 2016

EtichettaDirt Rock Empire

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM129

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Racket County

Performer

Hard Target

Performer

The Lacs

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Brian King

Composer

Clay Sharpe

Composer

Ryan Flemming

Composer

Testi

Hey, 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 sole now you need cortisone

Lookin' like a logo for the Rolling Stones

We going in like an open home

But I'm focused knowin' out hope is gone

I'm batshit, and I'm 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 bad bitch like Brad Pitt

She got instinct from studio

Actually I was born and raised in the middle a nowhere

My mama told me son this life ain't no fair

You better stand (better stand) 'cause 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 (I know that)

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 (I know that)

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 staying down

We staying true we ain't afraid of you

Just saying dude, a lotta change in you

I stay the same, you changing lanes

Just sit back and see what we came to do

I'm 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 y'all

Shit, I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere

My mama told me son this life ain't no fair

You better stand 'cause 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 (i know that)

Whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it

If you trying 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 (i know that)

Whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it

If you trying to tell me something, I ain't listening for nothing

Singing woah, woah

White boy with a bass backwoods drawl is the way i talk

I know a lotta folks getting down like that

Ain't sayin' y'all trash but your brack ain't wack

Get mad that your kickin' up mud tracks

Most cats playing one song, and they go and judge off that

Take a minute, take a listen to the lyrics

I bet that what your hearing is a whole lot different

Than the boys talking loud got a belly full of beer

Gonna kill me a deer same time every year, me I'm laughin' like y'all no fear

'Cause we out casting 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 ain't no fair

You better stand (better stand) 'cause 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 (I know that)

Whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it

If you trying 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 (I know that)

Whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinking for the hell of it

If you trying to tell me something, I ain't listenin' for nothing

Singing woah, woah

Written by: Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Ryan Flemming

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