Lyrics

I feel like Garth Brooks Levi's jeans and my star looks Aww shucks man I'm too gone off this Starbucks I like big wheels, big wheels on large trucks Small towns everywhere we go they be on us Woah, I work a job that I hate Woah, I roll in 10 minutes late Don't ya know, I got a lot on my plate Everything sucks... but I'm doing great I might cop a Grizzly Pull up in your cul-de-sac and then just pop a wheelie Get really really really rich and then just drop a milli Yea they calling me a redneck, a hillbilly But they still feel me I don't need opinions, I'm in all denim and I'm all venom In a lifted Ford pickup with the windows all tinted, authentic If I said it then I meant it, if I start it I'ma end it I ain't easily offended I don't really rap I make country music I make this look easy like there's nothing to it I be going dumb nah but I ain't stupid You don't really know about my life I done been through it I done came up real baggy pants, G-Shock on my wrist Get a grip, watch me 360 flip Tony Hawk with the vert, Rodney Mullen with the tricks Nollie front-side heel on a hater then I dip Used to have an all black Cherokee with R.F. 12s in the trunk Used to pick my girl up at her momma's crib and let it bump Used to write graffiti everywhere and vandalize for fun Man there ain't a lot to do where I'm from I feel like Garth Brooks Levi's jeans and my star looks Aww shucks man I'm too gone off this Starbucks I like big wheels, big wheels on large trucks Small towns everywhere we go they be on us Woah, I work a job that I hate Woah, I roll in 10 minutes late Don't ya know, I got a lot on my plate Everything sucks... but I'm doing great
Writer(s): David Morris, Carter Britz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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