Dirt Road - Drew

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Dirt Road Dirt Road

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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

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