Tag: Georgia

Even the old folks never knew
Why they call it like they do
I was wondering since the age of two
Down on Copperline
Copper head, copper beech
Copper kettles sitting side by each
Copper coil, cup o’Georgia peach
Down on Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
Leaning heavy on the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline
We were down on Copperline

One Summer night on the Copperline
Slip away past supper time
Wood smoke and moonshine
Down on Copperline
One time I saw my daddy dance
Watched him moving like a man in a trance
He brought it back from the war in France
Down onto Copperline
Branch water and tomato wine
Creosote and turpentine
Sour mash and new moon shine
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline

First kiss ever I took
Like a page from a romance book
The sky opened and the earth shook
Down on Copperline
Down on Copperline
Took a fall from a windy height
I only knew how to hold on tight
And pray for love enough to last all night
Down on Copperline
Day breaks and the boys wakes up
And the dog barks and the birds sings
And the sap rises and the angels sigh, yeah

I tried to go back, as if I could
All spec house and plywood
Tore up and tore up good
Down on Copperline
It doesn’t come as a surprise to me
It doesn’t touch my memory
Man I’m lifting up and rising free
Down on over Copperline
Half a mile down to Morgan Creek
I’m only living for the end of the week
Hercules and a hog-nosed snake
Down on Copperline, yeah
Take me down on Copperline
Oh, down on Copperline
Take me down on Copperline

[Verse 1]
Spread the map on the table, with the coffee stain
Put your finger on the places, show me where you’ve been
Is that California, where your teardrops dried?
You drew a circle around Georgia, can you tell me why?

[Pre-Chorus]
I see shoulda beens, coulda beens
Written all over your face
Wrong turns and bridges burned
Things you wanna change

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
Yeah, it’s history
And every mile mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered
Mattered, mattered, mattered

[Verse 2]
Get the box off the top shelf, with the black and white
Snapshots of your old self, in a better light
Ghosts and regrets back again, I can see it in your eyes
Send them home, let ’em go
Don’t you think it’s time? Yeah

[Chorus 1]
It’s history
You can’t rewrite it
You’re not meant to be trapped inside it
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered

[Bridge]
And every road and every bend
Every bruise and bitter end
All you squandered, all you spent
It mattered, it mattered
Mercy always finds a way
To wrap your blisters up in grace
And every highway you’d erase
It mattered, it mattered

[Chorus 2]
But it’s history
It don’t define you
You’re free to leave
It all behind you
Every tear brought you here
Every sorrow gathered
It’s history
And every mile mattered!
Every mile mattered!

Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

It’s somewhere north of Florida
A little west of Georgia
At my best, you’re not impressed
‘Cause I’m a loser
Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

You like hills and yoga
I like hanging over
You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
But I’m a rock & roller
I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

But I try, I try not to need you
Like you need me
And I try, and I try not to need you
Like you need me.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearted.

I’m way too cold to hold ya
Call me when it’s over
I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

I’m sick and tired of living in LA
Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
I need a place to go with the seasons
Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
To be coldhearteddd.
Bryce Fox lyrics
Video hearted

I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red
Rhine county watermelon festival ahead

Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down
Took a two lane road to a one horse town
There was a party goin’ on when I got there
I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

When the band started playin the watermelon queen
Said let me show you somethin’ that you ain’t ever seen
She grabbed me by the arm said come on lets go
She dipped down, spun around, and do-ce-doed

She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
She craweled across the floor and jumped back to her feet
She wiggled and she giggled and be all you ever saw
She said this is how you do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

If your ever down in georgia around about july
If you ain’t in a hurry then you aw to stop by
I can guarantee that you’re goin have a ball
Learnin’ how to do the watermelon crawl

He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

Yeah do the watermelon crawl
Have fun you all
Do the watermelon crawl

"Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
We lived in a one-room, run down shack
On the outskirts of New Orleans.

We didn’t have money for food or rent
To say the least we was hard-pressed
When Momma spent every last penny we had
To buy me a dancin’ dress.

Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
Then she painted my eyes and lips.
Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
Was a woman
Where a half grown kid had stood.

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
On my neck and she kissed my cheek
Then I saw the tears welling up
In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

She looked at our pitiful shack and then
She looked at me and took a ragged breath
She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
"To thine own self be true"
And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
The toe of my high-healed shoe

It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
They’ll be nice to you."

She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out girl it’s up to you
Now don’t let me down,
Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

That was the last time I saw my momma
When I left that rickety shack
The welfare people came and took the baby.
Momma died and I ain’t been back.

But the wheels of fate had started to turn
And for me there was no other way out.
It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

I knew what I had to do.
Then I made myself this solemn vow:
I’s gonna to be a lady someday
Though I didn’t know when or how.

But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
With my head hung down in shame.
You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
But Fancy was my name.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
Took me in off the streets
One week later I was pourin’ his tea
In a five roomed penthouse suite.

Charmed a king, a congressman
And an occasional aristocrat
And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
And a New York townhouse flat.

Now I ain’t done bad

Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
Hypocrites who call me bad.
They criticize Momma for turning me out
No matter how little we had.

Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
Now for nigh on fifteen years
But I can still hear the desperation
In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

"Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
God forgive me for what I do,
But if you want out well it’s up to you.
Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."

[Verse 1]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
Talk about a big life
In a small town, ain’t got a lot
But we sure found what we were looking for
Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
Levi denim blue eyes
Bottle rockets blowin’ up
Hot dogs servin’ up
It ain’t even fourth of july
That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

[Chorus]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
Its your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[verse 2]
Old red six string, white piece of paper
Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
Sweep her right off of her feet
It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
It’s a ring on a finger and bible
[and a title, on a fixer up house?]

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh
It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
Ohhh
And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
It’s friday night freedom
Football game
It’s proud of where you from
It’s your last name
It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
That American spirit

[Outro]
Ridin’ down red dirt
Drivin’ in a white truck
Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky

Hoverin’ by my suitcase
Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin’
Seems I hear your voice callin’
"It’s all right"
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
Neon signs a flashin’
Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night
The distant moanin’ of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
How many times I’ve wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it, think of it
You just got to do your own thing
I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it’s hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I’m all right
A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn’t make it)
So he’s leaving a life he’s come to know, ooh
(He said he’s going)
He said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, what’s left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago

He’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back
(Going back to find)
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

He kept dreaming
(Dreaming)
Ooh, that some day he’d be a star
(A superstar, but he didn’t get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don’t always come true, oh no, uh uh
(Dreams don’t always come true, uh uh, no, uh uh)
So he pawned down his hopes
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
And even sold his old car
(Woo, woo, woo-woo)
Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew
Oh yes he did, he said he would

Oh-oh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
(Leaving on a midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find, ooh
(Going back to find)
A simpler place and time, ooh, yeah
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’m gonna be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

Ooh, he’s leaving
(Leaving)
On the midnight train to Georgia, yeah, ooh y’all
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he’s going back to find
(Going back to find)
Ooh, a simpler place and time, ooh y’all, uh-huh
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
I’ve got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
I’d rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(Her world is his, his and hers alone)

For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride
For love, gonna board, gotta board the midnight train to go
For love, gonna board, uh huh, the midnight train to go
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
I got to go
I got to go
I got to go, hey
I got to go
I got to go
My world, his world, my man, his girl
I got to go
I got to go, oh
I got to go
My world, his world, our world, his girl

[Intro]
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it

[Verse 1]
Theodosia writes me a letter every day
I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
He’s on the British side in Georgia
He’s trying to keep the colonies in line
Well he can keep all of Georgia
Theodosia, she’s mine

[Chorus 1]
Love don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep lovin’ anyway
We laugh and we cry and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m by her side
When so many have tried
I’m willing to wait for it
Then, I’m willing to wait for it

[Verse 2]
My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher, preacher, preacher, preacher
But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
My mother was a genius, genius, my father commanded respect, respect
When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect

[Chorus 2]
Death don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
Yeah, we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it
Then I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

[Bridge]
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am the one thing in life I can control
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am inimitable, I am original
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I’m not falling behind or running late
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
I am not standing still, I am lying in wait
(Wait for it, wait for it
Wait for it, wait for it)
Everyone faces an endless uphill climb
You got something to prove, you got nothing to lose
Everyone’s pace is relentless, you waste no time, time
What is it like in his shoes?

[Chorus 3]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners and the saints
Taking me, taking me, taking…
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
But I know there’s a reason I’m alive
So many have died
And I’m still waiting for it
I’m willing to wait for it

[Chorus 2]
Life don’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
It takes and it takes and it takes
And we keep living anyway
We rise and we fall and we break
And we make our mistakes
And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
When everyone who loves me has died
I’m willing to wait for it (Yes I am)
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

[Outro]
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it
I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Start at the hammer I ain’t talking ’bout astrology
For any pussy doubted, bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ ’bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I could’ve stopped at 101 tell me who shit coming close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field when and bought a set of cleats
Fuck them silly ass nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Made chops since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been ’bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies, goddamn
You ain’t ’bout that lif, e not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh God I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike, goddamn
Wearing a handkerchief
All ’bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explaining shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I anchor shit
We moving slow and ducking quick
You ain’t about the gangster shit, goddamn

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

Bitch I’m still winning, yeah it’s like I got some trick tracks
And if that pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name, ran off on the plug right?
Caught him and they opened up his top like a Bud Lite
Posted in the spot look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck the Source
I still didn’t get them five mics
If ya find a nigga better, if ya let a nigga know
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking, ain’t like the nigga Snow
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rapping
On the Gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double hoe
They hate you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you struggle tho

I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 1]
Miseducated, unemployed
Get deployed in a week
Them snatch my body and my soul was exploited for free
Now occupations getting sold, shipped and soul overseas
Can’t trust nobody like they know to make sure I’m gone eat
All I see is distractions, distractions
My life just keep flashing and I’m flashing blue lights
Get behind you and your little blood pressure start to climate up
My niggas be speaking and spirit schooling me on time
And I went to sleep thinking them caves with spiders on my eyelids
So what you know ’bout shining?
Lord I’ve been dancing for days, Hell I’m still shaking off slave
Beneath and dipped in diamonds
She claim my beats [?] then I can’t leave her for one moment
Really I be [?]
Of life and I still be trying to make sense of that jibber jabber
You right, I can tie this ’round my neck, floating up that corporate ladder
The weather, the lever matter, or realistic I’d rather be up misfed
We get it crackin’, we [?] mechanic actions
But I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 2: Bas]
Heavy duty, Hell on Earth
We’ve been feeling Heavens duties
Even with these demons on us
Journey deep into atonement
Through the edges of my mind
I cannot give you my mind state
That shit like going on blind dates
I don’t know how that bitch look
I could’ve been took
I’m keeping the vine fate
Follow the lines straight, and narrow
Never been one of my fine traits
I just been living the road, I don’t got no home
I cannot define safe, ’rounding the bases I live in the times
Few of my niggas is running it with me
We’ve been surviving and keeping alive
Thank you God, God is great
Give me a pond, now lakes a [?]
Look at the water inside your eyes
You have been stuck in a blind state
Most of us out here just nickel and dime
Cook up a trip of the crime rate
But that’s by design and we never snooze
Now I’m so awake, come step in my shoes nigga

[Refrain: EarthGang]
Can’t call it, can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
I never came from deep pockets
Why can’t I make a deposit?
Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

[Hook: J. Cole]
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 3]
So far I done, so far I done
So far I done managed to take advantage
I set a goal and of course it didn’t take off like how I planned it
Granted I want the globe and the planet where my hands is
Granted, I’m on my toes and I’m sick of standing
Sick of the bicker back and forth
The lifted pitch inside your voice
Cause I can’t afford a picket fence and a Porsche
If I get in a pickle, I pull the pistol out my shorts
Payback on the pussy boy, so give me mines and give me yours
Give me time and let me finish the design of method
Any nigga lying, I step it
Point me in the wrong direction, digging in the mind connecting
Everything I ever seen, ever done, never was trying to set the gas in the fire
I prepped it
Walking in shit that I stepped in

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse 4]
Activated (activated)
Native language, middle finger
How ironic? (how ironic? how ironic?)
What it take to get it when you know you got it?
How you operating when you know your calling?
Glad he raised me cause I know my papa wasn’t sober often
I ain’t judging, I get high
Now I’m the best to break out and lead 285
Sticking my chest out, putting my deuce up
Loosing respect for the one’s you like
Back in Georgia we whip it slow
Get pulled over and you could die
Fuck the bullshit, fuck the cool shit
Grab the burner, let’s use our rights
Let’s get rid of these fools tonight
What a decision, what a commitment, what a [?] when you decide
Pop the moonroof, ain’t your voodoo
Hit the crib, get danky coo coo
Certified I could lead the new school
Word to Tribe, whole team is Zulu

[Hook: J. Cole]
Oh, I had so many days of crying
Oh, I had so many days of pain
Have you ever been as sad as I am?
Lord, I ask if anything would change?
I can see the future that we’re heading
I would say it’s better not to tell
If it’s anything like this in Heaven
Maybe I’d be better off in hell
(Better off in hell)

[Verse One]
You got a couple dollars in your pocket
It’s 10 o’clock in the morning
Well, do you remember what you’re talking?
Well alright, no problem

[Hook]
Yeah
When it goes flying on by
Yeah
I remember back when I

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Verse Two]
I don’t want no stories
Come on at me like you always
You were looking kind of lonely
Well alright, I’m sorry

[Hook]
Yeah
Moving all around in my mind
Yeah
And back when I, yeah back when I

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Speaking/Bridge]
(What time is it?
It’s a little after six
After six? Oh, I missed my bus again
Oh, what’s one more day?
Nothing to you
You know, I’ve got a funny feeling I’m going around and around
Maybe I’m on a merry-go-round
Climb on down.)

[Chorus]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
Yeah, that’s how it goes

[Outro]
When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
Yeah, that’s how it goes

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

[Hook: Jeezy]
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
[Verse 1]
Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

[Hook: Jeezy]
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
Goddamn
And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike
Goddamn
Red handkerchief
All bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin’ shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I hand her shit
We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

[Hook: Jeezy]
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name?
Ran off on the plug, right
Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
I still ain’t get them five mics
Find a nigga better
If you let a nigga know the nigga
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double, hoe
They hit you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

[Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

[Hook: Jeezy]
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
Goddamn
And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike
Goddamn
Red handkerchief
All bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin’ shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I hand her shit
We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name?
Ran off on the plug, right
Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
I still ain’t get them five mics
Find a nigga better
If you let a nigga know the nigga
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double, hoe
They hit you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I’m gang gang I been solid
Go Bin Laden on anybody
Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
Goddamn
And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night flight
On the wall like flies
And I ball like Mike
You on the side like Spike
Goddamn
Red handkerchief
All bout this bangin’ shit
We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin’ shit
She say she ’bout that freaky shit
She love me if I hand her shit
We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
You heard about what’s-her-name?
Ran off on the plug, right
Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
I still ain’t get them five mics
Find a nigga better
If you let a nigga know the nigga
Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
Now what you know about that 36
I can make it double, hoe
They hit you when you ballin’
They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

I put them Os in the microwave
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Talk a whole brick of white today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
Got a that Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain’t ’bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch today
‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown
He remembers all the 3 court sessions
Giving lessons, never guessing
We go from dive bars to sold out
He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
Ain’t that what it’s all about
What it’s all about, yeah

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Wanna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

All the whining through the years
All the grinding of the gears
All the passion and the tears
Man it paid off
All the places that we see
All the place that we meet
It still feels like a dream
That we’re living off
It ain’t the laughs and fame
It ain’t the smoking flames
It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

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All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

(Guitar)

In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
In every song
Every way
In every move I’ve ever made
Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
Come on

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make them turn it up loud
Roll them windows down
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Gonna give them that sound
Everybody’s talking about
We still the same old, same old southern boys
Still got the same old, same old southern boys
We’re singing now
All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud
Make my hometown proud

Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
Only after listening to the country countdown

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love
Don

[Verse 1: Don Q]
No pillow talking with these hoes, groupie bitch play your role
I’m doing 80 through the toll, I hit up Vegas in a Rolls
I like strippers with they body done
I need a blowjob, I’m ’bout to hire one
She said she like all my songs
Well can you come give me some head while I’m writin’ one?
I need a mami, a fire one
Im taking these pills ’til my body numb
Slow-mo, I can’t move
Hardly parked the new Rari at the pool party
Me and Artist going hop out it
Pull up on the curb, sitting lopsided
Talking fly you better not stop it
Balmain, my whole block got it
I get that work and I serve it
Hop in that toy and I swerve it
Maybach with the curtains
I’m laid back in my Birkin
I met a bitch out in Florida, but she said she live in Georgia
I was Louis down when I saw her
Had another one right before her
Say my name put some respeck on it
I’m certified, put a check on it
I come to your strip just to flex on it
Saint Laurent when I step on it
You and your friend, y’all are both mine
I got white bitches doing coke lines
Ten chains, you would go blind
Switching lanes, I got no time

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Hit ATL, they think T.I.P there, Hit MIA, they think Rick there
20K for the wristwear, do the Yeezys then I switch pairs
Like woah, I do the dance on em
I fuck her then I put my mans on her
Strip club, throwin’ bands on her
I throw that money just to stand on it
Wait, fuck all the hype
She coming to fuck then I’m boarding to flight
Ain’t no difference all these hoes is alike
Pour a four in a Sprite then I call it a night
Wait, big kilo make my neck hurt
I got a rottweiler on my sweatshirt
I don’t even got a text first
She gon’ dive in the bed headfirst
They rush the door when we coming out it
I be drunk as fuck, I just stumble out it
Looking like a couple hundred thousand
I ain’t never ever have no love for cowards
Niggas know me and the bitches on me
Doing autographs, just titties only
VIP, my hitters only
Bring that ass here and come sit it on me

[Hook: Don Q]
We the hottest niggas, no discussion
Fuck them niggas, I don’t owe ’em nothing
They say they got it but I know they bluffing
Come here baby, come and show me something
Give me head, make it wet and sloppy
I promise baby I won’t tell nobody
Fuck what them other hoes said about me
If you love me baby you should never doubt me
Now give me that groupie love
Now I need that groupie love
Now give me that groupie love
Come here and give me that groupie love
Just give me that groupie love
I come to your city just give me that groupie love

[Intro]
When I was on drugs so bad, you know, I talked different
I was drinking lean like crazy everyday, I was out my mind

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Fast cars, bad bitches, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 1]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Diamond chains, tennis chains, assault rifles, gambling
Sellin’ dope and trickin’ folks that run in my family
My daddy was a alcoholic, momma she’s a junkie daughter
Cousin smokin’ crack, I guess she forgot all my aunt done taught her
Plus I got two brothers that I don’t know from addicted father
And all the pain I caused my mother, bet she wish she had a daughter
Sellin sets out my momma window, tryna’ get a new starter
Treat sun Valley like Decatur, mountain park like port Arthur
I know my family dysfunctional
So God please help these country folks
Tired and broke, in need of hope
Sheet rock, heroin, crack and coke

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Verse 2]
Gucci Mane a local joker man that nigga regional
And people won’t be happy til I’m confined to Georgia regional
The third week out of rehab he forgetting what they teachin’ him
Like why you smokin’ blunts and sippin’ lean and you a millionaire
Wrecked my yellow lamb, high on drugs I didn’t give a care
Smashed my black Ferrari two weeks later now it need repair
Demons in my ear, got me seein’ things wasn’t even there
People in my circle say they care, but they don’t really care
But I can’t blame nobody but myself, it starts with myself
Cause rap can bring you wealth but that wealth can destroy your health
Lookin’ in the mirror at myself, had to catch my breath
And tell myself that Gucci you a addict, thats the first step

[Hook]
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Bad bitches, fast cars, weed and promethazine
Hi my name is Gucci Mane, I’m addicted to everything
Diamond chains, assault rifles, strip clubs, and gambling

[Intro]
Peace up!
Ya’ll know what it is
Yeah, man
BlackSox
It’s Usher baby
Yeah
Just a little warm up

[Verse 1]
I was out in the city of ATL, where we steady keep it popping
We got them Georgia peaches so sweet that you want to bite them
And we got the hardest slang that bang from every city
Does anybody know how to make it rain?
We keep that carpet green in the city, the saddle in the traffic
You ever got a problem, homie? We make you feel unstopped
Oh, no, yes, sir
So when you see me in the club, partner this is how you greet me, throw it up
[Hook]
I can make it rain 24 stacks in the air
It’s raining money in here, throw it up, ah, throw it up, ah
You gotta get it on the floor, short
Get it in on the floor, shorty
Get down on your knees
I’m trying to get you all alone
So you can feel the chrome up in my Chevy drop top
This the part where everybody throw up the A

[Verse 2]
Aye, what it do, shorty? Let me get that number, shorty
What you see in the A, we shoulder lean and snap, shorty
We keep the hottest fit, fresh to death
Come in the club like we never left
If you ain’t with it, shorty, get gone

[Luke]
Don’t need a hotel or a high-rise, a big ol’ boat with a fancy name
Don’t need a backseat
Don’t need no rusty truck bed
We can leave that dust on that ol’ porch swing

Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out in the rye grass
Lay a blanket in the beets
Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground
Or find some muscadines up on a hill
Baby, love me in a field

Now we got that California king
In the back of that Georgia double-wide
And I’m ‘bout to bust out the seams
When I get you to the country side
What’s that sound like to you?
Cause it sounds dang good to me
Just hit me with a smile when you’re ready to leave

Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out in the rye grass
Lay a blanket in the beets
Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground
Or find some muscadines up on a hill
Baby, love me in a field

Find an old pasture where the cows ain’t been for a while
Wanna see your blue eyes where the flowers grow wild
Little after midnight, morning dew on our skin
Promise you won’t nobody, nobody know where we’ve been

Let’s get tangled in the tassels of some ten foot corn
Tear our t-shirts in the cotton patch behind the barn
Get lost out in the rye grass
Lay a blanket in the beets
Tear up some turnip greens on some river bottom ground
Or find some muscadines up on a hill
Baby, love me in a field

Love me in a field
Love me in a field
In a big ol’ field