Letras
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't want a Porsche, don't want Ferrari
I want a Grizzly, I want a Harley
I want a 440, 6.7 Power-stroke diesel F-250 with a lift kit on it (woo)
I want to hop off a plane and just land somewhere (yea)
Have a farm and some land somewhere (yea)
Couple cows, couple dogs, couple barns (woo)
And some brand new green John Deere
I want to make them all mad
All of the people who told me I'm wack
Roll in my high school reunion, I'm wearing all black
Cowboy boots and a camo hat (woo)
Whole lot of jewelry on (boss)
Whole lot of Grey Poupon (sauce)
Don't know what you be on
But I be gone and I be on my own wave (yea)
Like George Strait (yea)
Watch a cowboy (yea) just ride away, hey (hey)
I got red, white and blue diamonds
Dancing on my neck like Billy Ray (brrrr)
Where I'm from you don't get out (get out)
Stay here till you're six feet in the ground
Work the same job for thirty-five years have five grandkids
Watch them in the front yard running around like (ohhh)
Is this that good life?
Praying good night
Missing the good times
Said too many goodbyes
This that move out the suburbs (yea)
This them dirty ass cuss words (yea)
This that back to your hometown
Twelve-hour shift in the sun type of tough work (woo)
This that you don't wanna end up like your daddy
'Cause he's mean and alcoholic and he's bitter 'bout life
This that pay off all your loans move away
Get a job then come back someday when you got it all right
This that F-350 (woo)
Twelves in the back as we ride through the city (skrrrt)
Playing Tim McGraw, but I'm feeling like Diddy (aye)
Oh, Lord Jesus please forgive me
This that real raw country rap shit
This that West Virginia trap shit
This that get caught in the holler
Talking crazy, get your ass kicked
I'm planting my seeds