Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outshine Me, artist - Colt Ford. Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Song language: English
Outshine Me |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I’ma put it out here, let me tell y’all something |
| What do y’all think my still be pumpin' |
| 90 proof, spit the truth |
| Stop tellin' everybody you can do what I do |
| So if you can, you better get like me |
| Go sit down and write a hit like me |
| From where I stand you ain’t shit to me |
| Gotta sell a few mil outta your own still |
| I won’t sugar coat it, burn your throat |
| Scared stay scared, I’m locked and loaded |
| Real is all me, they all can feel me |
| Dirt road the steeple, man of the people |
| Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it |
| Daylight to dark, me and my folks earn it |
| Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it |
| That’s how we do it |
| Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it |
| Do a little better than anyone else does it |
| Y’all are chasin' a thoroughbred |
| Y’all done got lapped out miles ahead |
| Too late to slow down, I’m a runaway train |
| Colt Ford, remember my name |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers |
| Watch your mouth 'cause I run these pastures |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I can’t take this, I wanna make this real clear |
| What do y’all think I’ve been doin' here |
| Switchin' gears and changin' lanes |
| Jackin' up trucks, runnin' down lames |
| Light that flame for America |
| Cross that line I’m darin' ya |
| I got a shotgun that’ll take care of ya |
| And a mud hole that I’ll bury ya |
| Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride |
| And a bunch of rednecks ain’t scared to fight |
| I’ma give it to ya my way, dirt road, highway |
| Four-wheel, jack it up, talk shit, back it up |
| Y’all a trip and I’m out of your league |
| Sippin' shine and I’m hard to see |
| I’m somethin' you’ll never be |
| It’s a pipe dream, you can’t outshine me |
| 'Cause I’m dura-coated, turbo charged |
| Everything about me is large |
| Y’all keep chasin' a thoroughbred |
| Y’all done got lapped out miles ahead |
| I will never slow down, I’m a runaway train |
| Colt Ford, remember my name |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers |
| Watch your mouth 'cause I run these pastures |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill |
| White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me |