| If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you
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| Going around these old back streets
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| Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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| Let me make this clear
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| If you ain’t rode down an old back road
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| With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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| Then you don’t know a fucking thing
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| About this down here
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| Hey country roads getting blowed
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| I don’t know which way to go
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| I ain’t got nowhere to be, I’m following my radio
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| I’m still living on the edge, get my money out of bound
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| Swerving in and out of town
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| And I’m still bumpin, got me now
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| Back to the simple man, life I’m in the basics
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| The weed that we’ve been growing was growing in my cousin’s basement
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| If money to be made man I’m speeding to get it
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| Everybody that I know is selling weed for a living
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| On that Tennessee shit so I’m doing this for ya’ll
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| I speak with a southern drow, say no man me no
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| I’m travelling the country, sometimes feel like I ain’t wanted
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| Never thought that I was country til I went to California
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| If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you
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| Going around these old back streets
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| Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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| Let me make this clear
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| If you ain’t rode down an old back road
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| With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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| Then you don’t know a fucking thing
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| About this down here
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| Well I’m a sweet P drinkin, cigarillo rollin badass
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| Muddin down a back road, puffin on some hash wax
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| You ain’t never met anybody quite like Lil Wyte
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| I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country
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| Only hang around with good people that love me
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| And that’s the only thing that keeps my brain alright
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| Bound to pop another pill, bumpin dealin no deal
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| Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill
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| And everything that we want we gonna do tonight
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| Tell em Jesse Whitley
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| If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you
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| Going around these old back streets
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| Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T
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| Let me make this clear
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| If you ain’t rode down an old back road
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| With an open beer and an eighth of dro
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| Then you don’t know a fucking thing
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| About this down here |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Down Here , by - Jelly Roll. Song from the album This Down Here (feat. Colt Ford) - Single, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп