[Pre-Chorus:]
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If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
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Going around these old back streets
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Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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Let me make this clear
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[Chorus:]
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If you ain't rode down an old back road
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With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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Then you don't know a fucking thing
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About this down here
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[Verse 1:]
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Hey country roads getting blowed
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I don't know which way to go
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I ain't got nowhere to be, I'm following my radio
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I'm still living on the edge, get my money out of bound
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Swerving in and out of town
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And I'm still bumpin, got me now
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Back to the simple man, life I'm in the basics
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The weed that we've been growing was growing in my cousin's basement
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If money to be made man I'm speeding to get it
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Everybody that I know is selling weed for a living
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On that Tennessee shit so I'm doing this for ya'll
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I speak with a southern drow, say no man me no
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I'm travelling the country, sometimes feel like I ain't wanted
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Never thought that I was country til I went to California
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
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Going around these old back streets
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Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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Let me make this clear
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[Chorus:]
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If you ain't rode down an old back road
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With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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Then you don't know a fucking thing
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About this down here
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[Verse 2:]
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Well I'm a sweet P drinkin, cigarillo rollin badass
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Muddin down a back road, puffin on some hash wax
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You ain't never met anybody quite like Lil Wyte
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I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country
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Only hang around with good people that love me
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And that's the only thing that keeps my brain alright
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Bound to pop another pill, bumpin dealin no deal
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Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill
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And everything that we want we gonna do tonight
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Tell em Jesse Whitley
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[Pre-Chorus:]
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If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you
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Going around these old back streets
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Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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Let me make this clear
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[Chorus:]
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If you ain't rode down an old back road
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With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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Then you don't know a fucking thing
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About this down here
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This Down Here
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| Lil' Wyte |
