Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Road, artist - Drew.
Date of issue: 24.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirt Road |
Check, check |
Give me a little more |
Dirt Road Dirt Road |
Sounds good Drew |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (uh uh uh) |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
She told me it ran its course horse shit she want them |
Royalties opportunities without loyalties yeah it’s gonna burn |
But I gotta grab my duffle bag and my country swag never looking back with my |
sleeping bag with my mose burg and my trucker hat |
Gives a flying fuck so thats life |
I’m straight from the Land I done walked these streets I done hanged these |
alleys |
Hang with the boys from the block til the music stop |
Take a country boy song to a hip hop beat |
Two steps in the jam to kick up the dirt to put in my work |
(ghetto cowboy) |
She’s playing those games and mixing those messages (ghetto cowboy) |
Telling me lies (ghetto cowboy) through he beepers jeepers creepers |
When you messing with a devil in a red dress fatality to my sanity she’s |
looking like a georgia belle til she preaching hell better bail when you can |
better dodge that bullet |
She shooting that crazy hate me aiming for daisies |
Baby date me hate me deal or save me |
All my life I’ve been doing right |
But i seem to get that rattlebite that’s hard when I go to bed at night all |
these clouds I seen better days as i stare at clouds color grey |
Ghetto Cowboy |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy) |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy) |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy) |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy) |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
They found me a piece of puzzle I climbed out the rubber I’m used to this |
feeling |
Knocked off the ceiling so get in position envision a mission and keeping it |
moving |
Can’t suffer in silence |
Your smiles are a nightmare to my psyche |
Thinking of pipe dreams how your love struck like lightning so frightening |
For what it might’ve been woulda coulda’s keep on cycling |
I must confess I’ve been such a mess and this stress effect it got the best of |
me |
I’m tryna hide it feeling so collided |
But i’ve been acting hard |
Tryna keep my face tryna keep my grace |
So I pull out my dagger as I stagger out my back |
Should’ve known you’d do me wrong same ol' country song |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy) |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy) |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy) |
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy) |
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to |
every dirt road song |
Guitar Solo |