Lyrics D. H. A. M. - Big Murph

I was 13, at the football game
When I had my first run in with that girl Mary Jane
Bright red hair oh she smelled so sweet
She was smoking hot ran through my mind all week
And I'll never forget the first time she touched my lips
Or the way that she made me feel we been stuck together ever since
Well she grew up on some home grown American land
That's a down home American me baby roll up another gram

And let's get high like a Georgia pine
Summertime sunshine, down home American ways
Chilling on a creek bank giving thanks
Ol' Hank and Willie Nelson's all we play
My daily medication gets me high elevation
Got some haters out here hating on me
So play the jukebox pop a top take a walk
Small talk down home American me
Oh oh oh
That's a down home American me
Oh oh oh
That's a down home American me

I'm stuck like glue, you hold me down like a truck on a road
Through the ups and the downs we been and baby we been low
Done travelled all around from town to town baby show after show
Tryna make it back home to ol' Rocky top girl that's all I know
And I'll never forget the first time we took that hit
Like a bic or a fire pit just take pick baby we stay lit
And we grew up on some home grown American land
That's a down home American me baby roll up another gram

And let's get high like a Georgia pine
Summertime sunshine, down home American ways
Chilling on a creek bank giving thanks
Ol' Hank and Willie Nelson's all we play
My daily medication gets me high elevation
Got some haters out here hating on me
So play the jukebox pop a top take a walk
Small talk down home American me
Oh oh oh
That's a down home American me
Oh oh oh
That's a down home American me