Demun Jones - Off Road lyrics

We’re going off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday Off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We throw on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday I’ve got my boys and my beer, they got toys jagged up to here Got room for a lotta white tail in the rear, get a ladder ’cause you gotta climb up in here Ain’t talking bout Deere, y’all know it, yeah we going off road for sure It’s time for the boys [?] to blow it, where you see the convoy, go follow it Let’s just roll, roll, way back off the highway when nobody knows Corn rows and the sun shining right right through the palm trees, that’s where you’ll find me Light breeze, Yeti on freeze [?] Rocking the States, Canadians overseas, refugees [?] fancy Chinese Hit the web store for ten cent tees, with the logo on it please and thanks for the cheese Everything that JC boy needs, like feed my chicks red wings and real treats Amunitions for R-15s [?] start jumping like backward jeans Yeah that’s me, the one chopping trees, flipping through high capacity magazines We’re going off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday Off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We throw on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday Where’s the keys to my 4-wheeler, I’m about to tear this whole track up Tony Stewart these f**ing punks, no breaks, all I know is gas son Me and D, we need a K5 with a brush strong like a freight train We gon’ party hard in this cornfield, let the Casey light just guide the way To a dead end road in the game reserve where them shotgun shell ain’t even heard Where the pot plants grow and the moonshine burns and the cops don’t go ’cause of sh** they heard Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands, dirty work puts money in the pants Red Camaro, turbo with the trans [?] rocking two tanned up legs Never had a chance to come roll of fresh paint, jobbing on my truck with some Walmart cans Camouflage [?] baby I’m that man, turnt up like a bunch of f**ing Nascar fans sh**, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby, behind the seat Benelli with shawty Me and Jones about to crank the party, hope you rocking on some Mickey Thompson We’re going off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday Off road, way back off the highway Head out the window with the hat co*ked sideways Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky We throw on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday