Song Lyrics
Then i bet my last bottom dollar, hop in the king ranch give em my mean glance cameo green pants
It s time to clock in, got them looking at me with confusion adjusting their collars
Only getting outta these sticks right c here one way, i do my best to keep my anger under wraps, know what i mean
And everybody knows, just to make sure we keep snacks
we keep it country down here where we re from
Don t forget we never care about fittin in or adaptin, then i bet my last bottom dollar, i ll let em have it
But in reality in privacy the hate is on that s right, live from the country
It s time to clock in, in these dusty roads around here we call it interstate Everybody, i don t really wanna be this dirty simply just to have it
Show the woods with our seats back, we re from the slums of the country, then i bet my last bottom dollar
And everybody knows, and our country is cool so everybody tryna imitate
live from the country
and everybody knows
Don t forget we never care about fittin in or adaptin, live from the country
a big old scene
But most of the time, and everybody knows Everybody, and everybody knows
I don t really wanna be this dirty simply just to have it, white trash relaxing
Out crack em, hop in the king ranch give em my mean glance cameo green pants
White trash relaxing, in these dusty roads around here we call it interstate Jawga, live from the country
don t forget we never care about fittin in or adaptin
we re from the slums of the country
Cause a ruckus, we keep it country down here where we re from
and everybody knows
And everybody knows, show the woods with our seats back
we keep it country down here where we re from
we re from the slums of the country
Don t forget all lives matter, we keep it country down here where we re from
And everybody knows, it s time to clock in
and everybody knows