Letras
Check, check, one, two
Yeah, you know who this is for right here
Yeah, this is for the backwood, no good
Lotta country, kinda hood
Dirt racin', boot lacin' men like me
Who like a sweet southern honey
Dumplin' mud money, corn shuckin'
Foot stompin', trash talkin' queen of the streets
We like an ice cold beer by a big bonfire
Jacked up in my Chevrolet
We love our music loud with a rowdy crowd
And we never gonna change our ways
That's right
This for my kinfoke
We come to party and you already know
Who brought the shine in that homegrown smoke
Take a sip, buddy, get your toke
Come on, yeah, that's my kinfoke
We turn it up after every show
Keepin' it country rollin' coast to coast
Livin' free, yeah, that's all we know
This for my kinfoke
Oh, yeah, that's right
We just some good down home country folk around here
We come from them podunk small towns
Where we all throw it down
Middle of a cornfield USA
We like it farm, rain, sun, bake, everything homemade
Mama's sweet tea on a summer day
I take a long weekend from a hard day's work
Taking back with my best of friends
Yeah, we gon' raise a lot of hell and maybe end up in jail
We've done it all and we'll do it again
When I'm with my kinfoke
We come to party and you already know
Who brought the shine in that homegrown smoke?
Take a sip, buddy, get your toke
Come on, yeah, that's my kinfoke
We turn it up after every show
Keepin' it country, rollin' coast to coast
Livin' free, yeah, that's all we know
Got me runnin' like an 18-wheeler, baby, I've been gone
But that back road's still like home
With my kinfoke
Yeah, you know my kinfoke
We turn it up after every show
Keepin' it country rollin' coast to coast
Livin' free, yeah, that's all we know