paroles de chanson BigRedTruck - BoneDrip

Big Red Truck
Go 'head, Lift it up
I don't drink beer, sweet tea? Yeah get me a cup
I'm a city boy, but I can get country, yeah
Everybody talking that's cool... it ain't about me

I'm an outlaw yeah that's okay
Red white blue I bleed all day
Away from the city that's where I stay
Around these parts man we don't play
From Alabama yeah mobile bay
Grew up backroads and straightaways
Wearing blue jeans till my hair turns gray
Bowing my head everyday I pray

Yeah I'm southern
And I might be stubborn
You get killed, if you messing with my brother
Love my girl, she's my partner, she's my lover
Been underground yeah just now got discovered

Catch me racing, I'm a duster
You get shot, guts turned to gushers
I don't smoke, no not a puffer
I don't scratch like fans of Usher
My girl loyal, I can trust her
I'm too rare, no not another
Wants my girl that boy's a sucker
Drive my car but I'm a trucker

Southern treatment
Do it often
Very frequent
Yeah that's right yeah best believe it
All my bandits they are tweaking
Yeah they geeking
Almost every single weekend
Goin mudding dirt bikes leaking
We are racing, rubber reaking

Big Red Truck
Go 'head, Lift it up
I don't drink beer, sweet tea? Yeah get me a cup
I'm a city boy, but I can get country, yeah
Everybody talking that's cool... it ain't about me

Down them backroads
In my black robe
Off the buckle
I be flying, like I'm Cody Rhodes
Yeah I like em freaky
She go dummy, Lana Rhoades
Hold on what you doing
Oh man got me curling toes

Putting on my boots
Cowboy hat throw up the deuce
Only one God ain't no Zeus
Know my roots, yeah speak the truth

Hold on let me call my friends
Yeah this friendship till the end
Son, I don't follow trends
Do my own thing, don't pretend
Dressing like a cowboy in the middle of the summer
Feel like Stone Cold Steve Austin hit you with a stunner
Me and Hunter, in a movie, call it Dumb and Dumber
From the start she believed in me talking bout my mother

Southern treatment
Do it often
Very frequent
Yeah that's right yeah best believe it
All my bandits they are tweaking
Yeah they geeking
Almost every single weekend
Goin mudding dirt bikes leaking
We are racing, rubber reaking

Big Red Truck
Go 'head, Lift it up
I don't drink beer, sweet tea? Yeah get me a cup
I'm a city boy, but i can get country, yeah
Everybody talking that's cool... it ain't about me