Renegade (feat. Demun Jones)

Outlaw, let me get a dip, boy

It's a special occasion

Uh, you know how we do it

Uh, come on

Outlaw, Demun Jones

Let's go

Flyin' down a back road, feelin' like a renegade

Renegade

Can't stop, won't stop, till I get paid

Till I get paid

Flyin' down a back road, better give me what I'm owed

Give me what I'm owed

Backwoods made while these yuppies hit the shade

Damn, it feels good to be a renegade

Y'all better back off, 'cause it's 'bout to pop off

I'm 'bout to start a fire, and I'm cookin' with hot sauce

I'm runnin' with Outlaw with dip in mind, y'all

Such a bad influence, now I'm pukin' my ass off

I'm talkin' blast off, is this what I asked for

You dirty mother-trucker, what you drivin' so fast for? (Let's go)

I thought we was friends, man, you bein' and asshole

The whole world's grinnin' while I'm grippin' the dashboard

Please make it stop, Lord, that's all I ask for

I won't talk tough, no, I won't act hardcore

I'll even wash pea soup paint off the car door

Uh, uh, and the floor boards

Seein' double, triple, quadruple and more

Oh, this Copenhagen straight, straight woopin' my ass, boy

I think I've had enough, bro, I don't want no more

This whole renegade thing, I wish you'd just pull over

Flyin' down a back road, feelin' like a renegade

Renegade

Can't stop, won't stop, till I get paid

Till I get paid

Flyin' down a back road, better give me what I'm owed

Give me what I'm owed

Backwoods made while these yuppies hit the shade

Damn, it feels good to be a renegade

Lone wolf in the house, mother-trucker

Don't need nobody else except your girl, I make her pucker

Everybody's on my back and copyin' my rebel ways

Crush 'em up like fire ants, continue driftin' state to state

Oh, you can't relate, well take this bait and wait

Sit up at the lake and fish while I teach you 'bout these traits

Gonna blaze my own trail, I might end up in jail

Least I will be heavy while these stubbies stayin' stale

I'm lookin' in the rearview at a lost cause

Get your shit together and always strive for the applause

You see, I am a drifter, government resister

Walk these dusty roads and hear that Southern wind whisper

Don't you see, mister, my feet got blisters

I'm doin' it my own way, don't need no babysitter

This my way of life, one I can't evade

Put it on my tombstone, here lies a renegade

Flyin' down a back road, feelin' like a renegade

Renegade

Can't stop, won't stop, till I get paid

Till I get paid

Flyin' down a back road, better give me what I'm owed

Give me what I'm owed

Backwoods made while these yuppies hit the shade

Damn, it feels good to be a renegade

Yellow rolling, y'all get ready

Outlaw and D Jones high in the Chevy

Rollin' like a renegade, y'all ain't ready

Demun got dibs, Deacon threw up in the Chevy

Yellow rolling, y'all get ready

Outlaw and D Jones high in the Chevy

Rollin' like a renegade, y'all ain't ready

Demun got dibs, Deacon threw up in the Chevy

Renegade

Renegade