Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Down Here, artist - Jelly Roll. Album song This Down Here (feat. Colt Ford) - Single, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.08.2013
Record label: Phixieous Entertainment
Song language: English
This Down Here |
If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you |
Going around these old back streets |
Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T |
Let me make this clear |
If you ain’t rode down an old back road |
With an open beer and an eighth of dro |
Then you don’t know a fucking thing |
About this down here |
Hey country roads getting blowed |
I don’t know which way to go |
I ain’t got nowhere to be, I’m following my radio |
I’m still living on the edge, get my money out of bound |
Swerving in and out of town |
And I’m still bumpin, got me now |
Back to the simple man, life I’m in the basics |
The weed that we’ve been growing was growing in my cousin’s basement |
If money to be made man I’m speeding to get it |
Everybody that I know is selling weed for a living |
On that Tennessee shit so I’m doing this for ya’ll |
I speak with a southern drow, say no man me no |
I’m travelling the country, sometimes feel like I ain’t wanted |
Never thought that I was country til I went to California |
If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you |
Going around these old back streets |
Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T |
Let me make this clear |
If you ain’t rode down an old back road |
With an open beer and an eighth of dro |
Then you don’t know a fucking thing |
About this down here |
Well I’m a sweet P drinkin, cigarillo rollin badass |
Muddin down a back road, puffin on some hash wax |
You ain’t never met anybody quite like Lil Wyte |
I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country |
Only hang around with good people that love me |
And that’s the only thing that keeps my brain alright |
Bound to pop another pill, bumpin dealin no deal |
Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill |
And everything that we want we gonna do tonight |
Tell em Jesse Whitley |
If we don’t believe you then we ain’t seen you |
Going around these old back streets |
Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T |
Let me make this clear |
If you ain’t rode down an old back road |
With an open beer and an eighth of dro |
Then you don’t know a fucking thing |
About this down here |