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Off Road
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Off Road was released on June 29, 2018 by RAHHH Records as a part of the album The Oven
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Release DateJune 29, 2018
LabelRAHHH Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Demun Jones
Demun Jones
Vocals
Upchurch the Redneck
Upchurch the Redneck
Vocals
Durwood Black
Durwood Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew David Jones
Matthew David Jones
Songwriter
Ryan Upchurch
Ryan Upchurch
Songwriter
Ty Weathers
Ty Weathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Burn County
Burn County
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We're goin' off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my boys)
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
[Verse 2]
I've got my boys and my beer, they got toys jacked up to here
Got room for a loaded white tail in the rear
Get a ladder, 'cause you gotta climb up in here
Ain't talkin' 'bout deer, y'all know it, yeah we are goin' off road for sure
It's time for the boys with the rounds to blow it
Where you see the convoy, don't follow it
Let's just roll, roll, way back off the highway where nobody knows
Corn rows and the sun shinin' bright
Right through the palm trees, that's where you'll find me
Let breeze, Yeti on freeze, seventy-one Zs and Betty's on these
Rockin' the states, Canadians overseas, refugees
Thai friends, and Chinese
Hit the web store for tanks and tees
With the logo on it, please and thanks for the cheese
Everything that JC boy needs
Like feedin' my chicks red wings and real trees
Ammunitions for our 15s, with a bump stock jumpin' like backward jeans
Yeah, that's me, the one choppin' down trees
Flippin' through high capacity magazines
[Verse 3]
We're goin' off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my boys)
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
[Verse 4]
Where's the keys to my four-wheeler?
I'm about to tear this whole track up
Tony Stewart these fucking punks, all I know is gas son
Me and Demun in a K5 with a brush guard like a frieght train
We gon' party hard in this cornfield, let the KC lights just guide the way
To a dead-end road in the game reserve
Where them shotgun shells ain't even heard
Where the pot plants grow and the moonshine burns
And the cops don't go, 'cause of shit they heard
Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands (Hands)
Dirty work puts money in the pants (Pants)
Red Camaro, turbo with the trans (Trans)
Dashboard rockin' two tanned-up legs
Never had me a chance to come roll up fresh
Paint-jobbin' on my truck with some Walmart cans
Camouflage on the dents, baby, I'm that man
Turnt up like a bunch of fucking NASCAR fans
Shit, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby
Behind the seat, Benelli with shawty
Me and Jones about to crank the party
Hope you rockin' some Mickey Thompsons
[Verse 5]
We're goin' off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
[Verse 6]
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my boys)
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked, blowin' black to the skyway
Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday
[Verse 7]
(I got my boys, uh)
(I got my boys, uh, uh)
(I got my boys, uh)
(I got my boys, uh)
Written by: Demun Jones
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