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Nowhere Lyrics - Artist : Lacs, The
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Ha ha ha ha ha Hey I'm sauced up like Post Malone And I'm underground like a gophers home That bell will ring like a mobile phone I disconnect your neck broken bones Get your lip swole now you need Cortizone Lookin' like the logo for the Rolling Stones We goin' in like an open home But I'm focused knowin' our hope is gone And I'm bat shit, and I'm coo-coo When that track hits, I get screws loose And that ratchet, that does hat tricks With no magic and no voodoo You better ask them, closed caption I want access, to your Hulu I got a bad bitch, like Brad Pitt She got ass tits, and cooks noodles, ha Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh That whiskey's up and that bass is down Just gimme that mic don't make a sound Your face is frown when it came around 'Cause all my folks we stayin' down We stayin' true they ain't afraid of you Just sayin' dude a lotta change in you I stayed the same you changin' lanes Just sit back and see what we came to do I'm on another level baby you can check my status South Georgia flatwoods rebel you better remember that From trailer parks to private jets man I done seen it all My middle of nowhere took me somewhere, believe it y'all Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Po-po-po-po poor white boy with the bass and the balls Little backwoods drawl with the way I talk I don't know a lotta folks gettin' down like that Ain't sayin' y'all trash but your rap game wack Get mad at the Kickin' Up Mud track Most cats play the one song and they go and judge off that Take a minute take a listen to the lyrics I bet that what your hearin' is a whole lot different Than the boys talkin' loud got a belly full of beer Gonna kill me a deer same time every year Me I'm laughin' like y'all no fear 'Cause we out castin' lines off the pier To make another dirt road ride party a miss Don't call it hick hop I don't like that shit I do believe The Lacs earned a spot So we changin' up the name to Dirt Rock Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere My mama told me son, this life ain't no fair You better stand (Better stand) 'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand) Don't you worry 'bout me I'll be a man I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm all grown up and this world ain't never give me shit Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I'm drinkin' for the hell of it You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain't listenin' for nothin' Singin' Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh |
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