Blood Red

Roses are red

Violets are blue

My turbo goes stu-tu-tu-tu

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised in the land of the home of the free (home of the free)

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised by the grass of the home of the free (home of the free)

Yeah, I come from them outlaws and in-laws

And the boys that run them chainsaws

Speak down on them then get lost

Come back there, you will get tossed

In the thicket, kick it, truck so wicked

Blow smoke, drive by so wild, so lifted

Drive throw your town and rev my engine

Broke your neck, got your attention

Shawty lean and my motor clean

Talk 'bout the south, I am the queen

Something out of a movie scene

Never seen a country girl as cold as me

Yeah, bold as me, I run with the wolf pack

Long black train pick me up on the old tracks

Told me I was gonna rule the south

While other motherfuckers do it for clout bitch

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised in the land of the home of the free (home of the free)

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised by the grass of the home of the free (home of the free)

Papa gave me guitars, the other gave me a Bible

Step on the stage and the know my name, and it's country rap revival (let's go)

The fans are my disciples (uh-huh) I been led to lead 'em (that's right)

They hungry for my words, so best believe that I'm gon' feed 'em

Been in the sticks since birth, bitty-bitty

Down deep in the oaks knee-deep, nitty-gritty

In the corner store poppin' away from the city

Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty

Out in the woods yeah, bought some wood, yeah

Grease stain on my shirt, rust on the hood, yeah

Just the cornfed kids up to no good, yeah

If you wanna talk shit, we should crack one, yeah

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised in the land of the home of the free (home of the free)

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red (blood-red)

Drinkin' moonshine on the side of the old shed (old shed)

The law ain't nothing to me

South-raised by the grass of the home of the free (home of the free)

I come from the land where the creek turns blood-red