paroles de chanson Redgrass - Pyrophoria

You want blue grass well mine is offhand
I came from metal this is a one night stand
Fucked around and made my own brand
My grass ain't green it's red, understand

I have country roots that go down deep
Somehow they grew past my black sheep
Georgia girl no southern belle for your upkeep
Play anyone else's bluegrass and I'll fall asleep
Play anyone else's country and I'll call it cheap
I shred the blues guitar and all the ladies weep

The grass was supposed to be greener on the other side
But when I got there, all of it had died
I sang my heart out, can't say I never tried
I rap and they all get tongue tied
I drop the beat and they get big eyed
If there's a problem we'll then we'll take in outside

Your percussion is stupid, I program it on a dime
You play so fast it's like you ain't got the time
Go back to the mountains and we'll all be just fine
Or Alabama with your banjo, hipster ass by design
5 Simple notes well I have no punch line
But that's not when I end and I don't start at nine

You stole from the blues and made it lame
Country, bluegrass, Zeppelin did the same
Sure yeehaw but, dear, I'll put it plain
I don't like this genre; this is a numbers game
It's white trash classical, but all the same
I was born to put you fuckers to shame