Open road, a
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A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let’s go
Just hope that my dreams ain’t running on fumes
But if they are I’ll let ’em run till the smoke blows too
sh** I take it when I
[?] on a Chevy
Whatever it takes to get my a** past the
[?]
Growing up in my town, fame was only on television
I got thousands of people checking youtube for how I’m living
Yeah, it’s crazy, back in highschool we had flip phones, we didn’t use
Them
[?], didn’t care ’bout no damn views
I guess I’m what’s left of them old school dudes
‘Cause the millennials hates I guess that’s a plus too
‘Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a f** you attitude
I grew up on that jelly row and f**ing struggled Jenny’s boots
I’m the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to spit sh** on guitar
Open road, a
[?]
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let’s go
Just hope that my dreams ain’t running on fumes
But if they are I’ll let ’em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain’t running on fumes
If they are well then f** it let me roll a few
It’s that southern rock sh**, baby this that summer pump
And my middle finger’s up like motherf**er stuck
I bet it’ll shut ’em up, I’m strapped like I’m buckled up
The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a bu*tercup
You f**ing Dixie chick listening metros**ual b**h
You the kind to go jail on some s**ual sh**
I’m the kind to get a
[?] by a s**ual b**h
So get the f** around me acting all extra and sh**
From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there with no 7
[?] with a few balls
Lived the walk, talked the talk, may God rest their soul
So I still rap
[?] every city that I go motherf**er
Open road, a
[?]
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let’s go
Just hope that my dreams ain’t running on fumes
But if they are I’ll let ’em run till the smoke blows too
On the same old road in a old school caddy
A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy
Hoping that my dreams ain’t running on fumes
If they are well then f** it let me roll a few