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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Calhoun
Songwriter
Ryan Upchurch
Songwriter
Thomas Toner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Toner
Producer
Songteksten
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
When it's time to ride, we rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin'
Catalog bigger than an Avon book
Voice loud like a motor in an old school truck
Walk like a caveman, brute force the beat drop
I be in the club like Flintstones to Bedrock
Yeah, ProCharge the Dyno, too cold, yes-yes I know
I've broken a thermostat, my state of mind froze
To thaw it out I need to furnish a furnace
Go burn it right after the mic drop
And I'm done tellin' myself every night this next time I might pop
Keep dressin' for that award show, I hope your wardrobe is all fucked up
I already pop-pop-popped a couple times
Already drop-drop-drop-dropped the timeless rhymes
Every country kid across the world
Will forever and ever eye the prize with their friends at bonfires
So really, what do you think of me? Hometown buddy gettin' stoned as fuck
Tennessee Titan, Hail Mary at the top of the mountain
Vols T on top of my motherfuckin' Gatling gun, brrah
They can still all come and get it, bah, Southern Land, that's how I'm livin', bah
Damn, all these haters, I've missed 'em, I was too busy stackin' ammunition
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open, open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (when it's time to ride, we rollin')
Can't nobody hide in the open, open (can't nobody hide in the open)
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (reap what you sow, what you sowin')
Why am I so violent? When I close my eyelids, I 'bout lose my shit
Like it's a mosh pit on this mic I'm a monster, you barely conscious
I'm fully loaded, I'm ready for action, a pro at this shit, why we talkin' 'bout practice?
We got some white boys with some big automatics
That cut you in half, yeah, they good with mathematics
I'm a starter when it's game time, got a .45 on my waistline
Who want what? Motherfucker, bang-bang time
Hang with a bunch of hillbillies, that share the same thought in they mind
I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't, I ain't got no blunt, but who wants smoke?
Been a long-ass haul down this old-ass road, everywhere we go, they all know
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open, open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (when it's time to ride, we rollin')
Can't nobody hide in the open, open (can't nobody hide in the open)
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (reap what you sow, what you sowin')
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
When it's time to ride, we rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin'
Writer(s): Adam Bradley Calhoun, Thomas Daniel Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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