| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say
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| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say
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| Got a gun in the glovebox, one on the seat
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| Plus I got about a half a dozen felonies
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| More money more problems so now I got beef
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| And I ain’t tryin to box so you can catch three
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| Let it breathe
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| Ok, proceed
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| You a long way from city lights and concrete
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| You could lose your life, get buried by a tree
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| Or you can do right and walk right around me
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| And you could get killed cause of who you standing next to
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| I could send a crazy white boy out to check you
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| Suggest you make your next move, your best move
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| 'Cause out here you ain’t getting rescued
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| And there ain’t no GPS
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| No ambulance, police, and no EMS
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| That’s a lot of pressure to deal with the stress
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| So how you gonna breathe with my foot on your chest
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| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say
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| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say
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| Yea I’m violent
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| Violence
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| Riot
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| Don’t like it
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| You keep getting pushed around, maybe you should try it
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| Rather live on my feet then on my knees dying
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| And I don’t mind beef, maybe you should diet
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| Silence
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| Okay, let’s keep ridin
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| Down this country road I’m in the Chevy flying
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| So much smoke, barely open up my eyelids
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| And I’m just hopin I can find where you hiding
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| Let’s take a walk where the sidewalk ends
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| I don’t talk, I don’t fold, I don’t break, I don’t bend
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| You could be yourself but you try to pretend
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| To be somebody else just so you could blend in
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| So where we go from here
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| You’re stuck to the bottom cause your vision ain’t clear
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| I hung with the bottom but they tried to hold me there
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| And now I’m at the top and they swear it ain’t fair
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| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say
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| Whoa, we ain’t goin fold
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| We been down this old lonely road, that country road
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| Everybody can’t go
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| Get lost, won’t make it home
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| I say |