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Wait for me
Wait for me to fall off you'll be standin' in the coffin'
If anybody says they'll kill me they'll be sleep talkin'
I could be asleep and walk a river water drip droppin'
Filter on [?] gear like fuzzy filters on a Walkman

Yeah, back-road classics since my debut track list
Had that Tahoe smokin' since my Rollin' Stone hit
Dirty boys, that is us
On the game like ticks
Best check, I am low, like a creek bank bitch

All my horses in the front yard, hit the switch to turn the key on
You might see a Bronco [?] made of [?] no lane to be on
Leap frog, where to?
Back forth, but me
Off course, stuck though
My choice and I don't
Do drugs, like some two slugs
Too slow, dry up
Red carpet, old rug
And I'm a white cow shit on the entrance
No bonfire for these celebs they might melt
Like plastic at a close distance
If you got a Bic pen with no interest
You're pretty much a photo op like some Polaroid picture
I stay literature, when I split the word
To get the curb
Whylin' up to system to help get me heard
So sit and learn, this language arts has hit the burbs
I'm the shit in the studio don't slip on turds
We ain't gonna click if your rhythm ain't with the curve
I'm possum dodgin' smoking pot [?] pothole swerve

Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Nope)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em
Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it

All these country stars be actin' like some groupies
Instagramin' out here like they're divas tryna get some smooches
Yuck, you ain't no Hank Williams Sr. 'cause you're suited
Dreams hollow 'cause you ain't seein' 'em lucid
Shot through the heart and the arrow not from Cupid
Music City leave you deaf like you've been jammin' to Q-Tips
Blue notes, blue music, but where the blue print?
All I'm seein' in a CMT 2 skit
Luke Combs' eyes so close one punch look like two fists
Morgan Wallen rattatiou you proof ridin' in that V6
Ay

Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Hell Naw)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em
Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it
Ay, fuck it I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm crusin' (Nope)
Hellcat ain't no thing my dust and boost gon' lose 'em
Driver skill be somethin' at your movie stupid
So many lanes Bo and Luke couldn't even do it

KallaniOnDaBeat motherfucker