James Dean

Give me Guinness for the hardest grind

God give me no limits 'cause limits for people who dream in part time

The line Cash walked, I kick the same one to the ditch side

We ain't walkin' and talkin', I teleport in bitch pines

Grew up paintin' houses, now my paint on a canvas

Illustratin' ideas that never existed in my presence

Started passin' ones who neglected this redneck's direction

Texas taught this redneck that Red Dead Redemption

And Tennessee made me one smoky-ass bandit

Survival skills like Appalachia, mainstream thought I stranded

They must be a bunch of beavers, always yellin' at me, damn it

But don't at me 'cause they can't compete with a motherfuckin' savage

I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne

Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone

Superstars been stuck in the city too long

They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more

Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings

Too much cash in my jacket, do the dash like I'm James Dean

Keep it movin' like a chase scene

In a frame that you can't see, James Dean

Heart pumpin' like neon 'til my chest glow like Superman

Ride down the strip in a drop-top and you can watch the lights dim

More bars than Nashville nightlife, tell a tourist buy a flashlight

And CEOs to leave me, leave me 'lone or they a crash site

I keep the flame, campfire, what keep me sane? Nighttime

615 my whole life, knuckles scarred and I still fight

Batman building civilian, this black knight be too damn brilliant

No city snake slick enough for this hillbilly reptillian

The outside of no ceilings, no murder, but made a killin'

Don't swallow pride 'cause I spit it, Ponyboy, this gold'll glisten

Valve covers on my engine encrypted with hieroglyphics

No pens or composition, the way I do it not comprehended

This a vengeance on the system

Can't mute the ones who listen

And what's a blueprint to us magicians?

What's mainstream to blue jeans?

Day one, they was like, "Who he?"

Ten years later, lookin' through the window, 2023

I'm here, motherfucker, this a trail, not a lane

And when I leave this motherfucker, this shit not gon' be the same, hey

I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne

Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone

Superstars been stuck in the city too long

They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more

Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings

Too much cash in my jacket, do the dash like I'm James Dean

Keep it movin' like a chase scene

In a frame that you can't see, James Dean