Letras
You will leave this house, carpenter
And come and go along with me-me-me-me
I'll take you where the grass grows green
On the banks all sweet, banks all swee-swee-
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
There's very few of y'all I trust, even less of y'all I love
I'll bow my head to only one
That façade that y'all put up, you might fool them, but just not us
That façade just isn't you, and we're over, it's a crutch
So ask yourself, what do you really do it for?
Do you feel it in your core? Do you really feel it?
Humble myself for the Lord, couldn't end up like y'all
But my mama raised me better, father said that less is more
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
126 down I-2-6, it shows my age, I can't drive stick
I'll get insulted, you can see, I just had to shout out my-
140 down on I-40, it's like eight hours to the coast
If someone asks if I do music, chances is I'm saying, "No"
Because I'm scared they might judge
They take one look at the car, probably think I'm selling-
Or that my daddy paid it, or that I'm late on payments
Funny part is I bought the house and car without touching my savings
White Escalades, Appalachian Mountains
It's only right, the only person to have come up out 'em
You either do it or you sit there and just talk about it
I'm getting weird looks every time I leave Buncombe County
(You will leave this house, carpenter)
Are you surprised to be famous now?
I don't give a goddamn how famous I am or whatever
It don't matter to me 'cause I'm 'bout dead anyways
So what, I give a shit?
And if anybody don't like the way I do
Shit, fuck 'em