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  • Lupe Fiasco – Rest Up Big Homey…We Got It From Here Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chorus]
    And he said
    He said “Black”
    He said “Black”
    He said “Black”
    He said “Black”
    He said “Black is beautiful”
    He said ”Black is beautiful”
    He said that “Black is beautiful, beautiful”
    He tell me “Black is beautiful”
    He said “Black is beautiful”, yeah

    [Verse]
    Yeah, uh
    Gorgeous, like George is
    The portrait of a summertime Georgia, maybe
    Or an Alabama farm
    Made back against the wall at the mall, crazy
    Let’s take it back to that Mercedes in front of the store
    Stephen put your baby on his shoulders like a chauffeur
    And she told us exactly who you are
    For every trail, known to carry revolution, every twenty dollar bills
    H-Town Don (Don, don, don)
    They say we doin’ dirt, but we just break down ground
    That’s what happens when you’re sons of mother earth
    Things you said reflected the love for the church
    Your fellow man and your brothers and the lurch
    They be lurkin’, trying not to go berserk
    The only way that they can express they hurt
    Kinda like how I be doin’ with verse
    For me birth, to you reverse
    I think they misheard your last piece of work
    The last words of a good man, pure and unrehearsed
    The shell heard around the earth with your final breath
    The last word, right before you left were-

    [Chorus]
    Black is beautiful
    I heard you say “Black is beautiful”
    We heard you say “Black is beautiful”
    We all heard you say “Black, black is beautiful”

    [Outro]
    So, Big Floyd, man, say, I’m back at it, man
    Gettin’ back on up, man, you know
    We had to do some things, man, to bounce back, man
    I’m just sharin’ right now, you know what I’m sayin’?
    ‘Cause man, people quick to caught you out, man
    But, just shit so, [?] in, you know
    One thing about the whole flow, man, I love the world
    Right with my own, as in by the motion and they know that
    You know, ’cause, like
    People be actin’ like they be scared about the race war
    Worried ’bout that next man gon’ say
    Man, you got to get down, know what I’m sayin’?
    Like I ain’t here to show out and all that, you know
    You should just break the motivation, somebody to wanna get God
    He might need it, or whatever you’re goin’ through, man
    Man, don’t let Instagram fool you, man
    And get you depressed, lookin’ at what other people doing and all that, man
    I love you man, Big Floyd, [?] on family


  • Kevin Abstract – Georgia Lyrics

    Play this song

    [Chorus]
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright

    [Verse 1]
    Houston, Texas, my teachers had weapons
    I’d get my ass whipped, I learned my lesson
    I often question, I often wonder
    If I told this class I liked the nigga that sit in the back
    How bad would it make me suffer? Agh
    Smoke and fuck, we high as hell
    We gon’ love each other, we let the night derail
    Only time will tell, I’m under your spell
    I lay on your chest, you wonder what’s next
    I love when you breathe, it make me reflect

    [Chorus]
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    (Everything you do is cool)

    [Verse 2]
    All of us in Jon’s car
    Packed the trunk with merch, I was tryna be a star
    Same time I was cool with Uzi, dawg, my life felt like a movie
    I left my troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
    I finally found peace, I suck when I get it
    I see worth in myself, I won’t run away again
    I’m prayin’ for my friends, they prayin’ this won’t end
    But I know it does, just like all things
    In the end, it’s just me and my mood swings

    [Bridge]
    And the one-nine-nine (And the one-nine-nine-nine is comin’)
    Is comin’, is comin’
    And that one-nine-nine, boy (And the one-nine-nine-nine)
    One-nine-nine is comin’, is comin’
    (You know that it’s comin’)

    [Chorus]
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    (Everything you do is cool)
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    (Everything you do is cool)
    I got Georgia on my mind, ain’t nobody left behind
    It’s just me, my team, my weed, my baby’s Audi parked outside
    Call my mom and let her know that everything is alright
    (Everything you do is cool)

    [Outro]
    My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    My troubled home, Hollywood, what the fuck am I doing?
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


  • Maggie Rogers – Tim McGraw Lyrics

    [Intro]
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me

    [Verse 1]
    He said the way my blue eyes shined
    Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
    I said, “That’s a lie”
    Just a boy in a Chevy truck
    That had a tendency of gettin’ stuck
    On backroads at night
    And I was right there beside him all summer long
    And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone

    [Chorus]
    But when you think Tim McGraw
    I hope you think my favorite song
    The one we danced to all night long
    The moon like a spotlight on the lake
    When you think happiness
    I hope you think that little black dress
    Think of my head on your chest
    And my old faded blue jeans
    When you think Tim McGraw
    Hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me

    [Verse 2]
    September saw a month of tears
    And thankin’ God that you weren’t here
    To see me like that
    But in a box beneath my bed
    Is a letter that you never read
    From three summers back
    It’s hard not to find it all a little bittersweet
    And lookin’ back on all of that, it’s nice to believe

    [Chorus]
    When you think Tim McGraw
    I hope you think my favorite song
    The one we danced to all night long
    The moon like a spotlight on the lake
    When you think happiness
    I hope you think that little black dress
    Think of my head on your chest
    And my old faded blue jeans
    When you think Tim McGraw
    Hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    Won’t you think of me
    I hope you think of me

    [Bridge]
    And I’m back for the first time since then
    I’m standin’ on your street
    And there’s a letter left on your doorstep
    And the first thing that you’ll read is:
    “When you think Tim McGraw
    Hope you think my favorite song
    Someday you’ll turn your radio on
    I hope it takes you back to that place”

    [Chorus]
    When you think happiness
    Hope you think that little black dress
    Think of my head on your chest
    And my old faded blue jeans
    When you think Tim McGraw
    Hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    Won’t you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    When you think Tim McGraw
    I hope you think of me
    I hope you think of me
    You think of me

    [Outro]
    He said the way my blue eyes shine
    Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
    I said, “That’s a lie”


  • Daniel Caesar – Who Hurt You? Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Take me back to Georgia, back to Atlanta
    Funny how present turns past
    I might fly Priscilla out just for ‘Bana
    So mesmerized by that ass
    The way she moves it I can tell that she loves me
    Nigga can’t help but to touch
    Smack it ’round a bit then sip on some bubbly
    Hope I’m not doing too much

    [Refrain]
    Strange new addictions picked up on the road
    Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
    Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
    And when it rains it pours, yeah

    [Pre-Chorus]
    You make me feel so primal
    That’s what I am, I’m just a man

    [Chorus: Daniel Caesar & T-Pain]
    Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
    I love it when you move like that
    Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back
    Oh-no-no-no-no-oh

    [Verse 2]
    Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
    Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
    Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
    Not one stack but two
    Look at all the cash I blew
    Strippers out in Vegas, New Orleans too
    Booties just don’t shake like Priscilla’s do
    Follies on a Tuesday, not one but two
    Not one stack but two
    Look at all the cash I blew

    [Refrain]
    Strange new addictions picked up on the road
    Changed my opinions and changed up my flows
    Changed my approach, no more loving these hoes
    And when it rains it pours, yeah

    [Pre-Chorus]
    You make me feel so primal
    That’s what I am, I’m just a man

    [Chorus]
    Take that pussy, drop it in my lap
    I love it when you move like that
    Now turn around and throw it back, it back, it back


  • Luke Combs – I Got Away With You lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    Well I got caught in Panama City
    Tryin’ to buy some beer for some Georgia girls
    And I got wore out by my daddy
    For stealin’ cigarettes from the Smokes and More
    And all my friends would get away
    Seems I’d get caught, plain as day
    I took the blame for every little thing

    [Chorus]
    But I got away with you
    And somehow I still ain’t been found out
    It’s a crazy truth
    Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
    And I walked in the Louvre
    Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
    I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
    And I got away with you

    [Verse 2]
    Well lookin’ like you do
    On its damn own, should be a crime
    Let a lonely fool like me
    Hand in hand with you, should be doin’ time
    But here we are runnin’ free
    Guess someone turned the other cheek
    ‘Cause there ain’t no blue lights in the rear-view

    [Chorus]
    Yes, I got away with you
    And somehow I still ain’t been found out
    It’s a crazy truth
    Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
    And I walked in the Louvre
    Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
    I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
    And I got away with you

    [Bridge]
    I’ll take it all, the fails, the falls
    The county jails and one phone calls
    I’d do it all again if I had to

    [Chorus]
    ‘Cause I got away with you
    Somehow girl, I still ain’t been found out
    It’s a crazy truth
    Like I strolled out the gates of Alcatraz
    And I walked in the Louvre
    Now the Mona Lisa’s hanging in my house
    I bust out of Buckingham with the crown jewels
    And I got away with you
    When I got away with you
    Yeah, I got away with you


  • E-40 – Let Me See You Twerk Lyrics

    He’s been hot for decades

    [Hook: DecadeZ]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk

    [Verse 1: E-40]
    Uhh, you make a player want to hit (want to hit)
    Jiggle what your mama blessed you with (blessed you with)
    Stacked, Pringles potato chips (potato chips)
    Come and lap dance on my magic stick (on my magic stick)
    Uhh, it’s hot in here (hot in here)
    You know how to make a pole disappear
    Georgia peach booty, body (body)
    Her ass is an instrument to molly (to molly)
    She the bestest (the bestest)
    I bet she got some bomb ass crevice (crevice)
    Mm, all eyes on her (on her)
    All the ballers want to dive in her (in her)
    Hella thick (hella thick)
    I love it when she jump in the air and do the splits (and do the splits)
    I wonder if she takin’ gymnastics (gymnastics)
    Acrobatics, baby got baggage (biatch)

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk

    [Verse 2: Too $hort]
    You lookin’ ready girl, here we go
    You on the dance floor lookin’ like a video
    It feels good to be dancin’ now
    You never have fun when your man’s around
    You get down, full throttle
    Shake it all around girl make your booty wobble
    We ain’t goin’ nowhere, we stayin’ ’til the end
    Give the DJ some money tell him “Play it again”
    It’s your song, ass in the air I see your thong
    My dick got hard, you can see it’s long
    No we tryin’ to fuck each other
    When we leave here let’s be lovers
    We on the dance floor doin’ the most
    I grabbed her by the waist, then I pulled her close
    I put both hands under her skirt
    Then I told her “Let me see you twerk”

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

    [Verse 3: E-40 & Dolla Will]
    Uhh, she fresh out the shower, lookin’ good as fuck
    Headed to the party ’bout to scoop her home girls up (home girls up)
    Felicia and Sabrina, that’s her childhood friends (childhood friends)
    But little does she know, they ’bout to fight over a man (fight over a man)
    It’s yankin’ in this bitch, they still comin’ in
    Line around the corner, whites, blacks, Asians, Mexicans (Mexicans)
    The liquor kicked in, got to runnin’ off at the mouth
    Got full of that truth serum, that’s how people fall out
    Dolla Will man
    Nice shape, baby lookin’ like she got it
    Wet wet, want to hop in it, drown in it
    Size ten, shake it like a tamborine (shake it)
    Two-steppin’ off of Cadillac and light green (shake it)
    Throw a few ones, pop that pussy for me (pop it)
    King of Diamonds, niggas fuckin’ off Gs on her
    I’m a victim too, private peep show
    If your money right, she a deep throat (deep throat)

    [Hook: DecadeZ & E-40 (both)]
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk
    Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
    Lemme see you twerk


  • Ambi Lyrics – The Run Around (feat. Smino)

    [Smino]

    Zilchy, baby

    She poppin’ that pussy like percoset girl I’m appalled
    The Gucci down to my balls, and I’m offa the alll
    Slip, fall, never, no
    Out for the pack
    My dawgs be woofin’ about all of the bitches they bone, Still?
    Where I’m from I need that guarantee don’t do that
    That show me niggas boomin from North county to Newstead
    Southside rent a crib, I’ll fuckin AirBnB that
    In my Air Force One’s errday I pledge a-flee-giance
    I be faded baby swear my brain all [?]
    Heard this country lingo fuckin up your plumbing got ya leakin
    I got pipe like Catholic organs
    Dick’ll rearrange ya organs
    No matter how high I’m soarin’, Swear I won’t forget my origins
    Uh
    I do it big like Norbit wife
    I do it big like Georgia, I
    Coulda been there a thousand times
    But the Father Son Holy Smoke
    By the grace, oh by the grace
    Oh yeah it brought me this far
    Oh yeah it bought me this car
    Feel like a martian, cliché, ay
    Another ville, another day, ay
    All of my problems man ma-ade
    I let ’em go like a Dra-aco

    Another ville, another day, ay
    All of my problems man ma-ade
    I let ’em go like a Draco


  • J.I.D. – My Name Is (Freestyle)

    [Intro]
    May I have your attention please

    [Hook]
    My name is, what? My name is, who? chka-chka
    Yeah

    [Verse 1]
    Hi kids, wanna know what I did?
    I do drugs, get drunk and promote violence
    Everywhere I go I take my gun, even churches
    Open carry in Georgia so save me a seat in circus
    Fuck taking Dylan Roof to jail, you should bring him to me and my niggas
    On God there won’t be a homicide
    We’ll keep him alive, give me four days, mabye even five
    Just from Monday to Friday, I promise he’ll cooperate
    We’ll snatch out one of his eyes, make it look him in his eye
    Then scalp shave, then use his hide for black pride
    I guess you would think I’m tryna incite a race riot, but naw
    I like white poeple, I hate that guy
    I never understood the mind of a peron that wanna murder
    And hurt people who tryna make a change and do good
    If he wanted real war he shoulda went to the hood
    I would have felt better about it, I just had to acknowledge it, but

    [Hook]
    Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
    My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
    Hi, My Name is, what? My name is, who?
    My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
    Hi, My name is, what? My name is, who?
    My name is, chka-chka J.I.D baby
    HI, My name is, what? My name is, who?
    J.I.D

    [Verse 2]
    My english teacher called me nigga like in junior high
    Thanks a lot, i’ll use this word the rest of my life
    My nigga this, my nigga that, dawg where my niggas at
    Damn don’t make me kill a nigga, god bring my nigga back
    Use it in the wrong context can get a nigga smacked
    Little-bitty bullet make a skinny nigga fat
    Bonjour, my shitty amour, where your nigga at
    Work? Ok cool. Get Drunk? Where the liquor at?
    Basically what I’m saying girls and guys are piranhas
    My dawg, hit a chick raw, and caught a Ghana Rihanna
    I just come by in a word because she was fine as Rihanna
    Not saying I’m not saying nothin about Rihanna, Oh I’m sorry Rihanna
    I ain’t slept in 20 days, I’m a zombie lil’ mama
    I’m tryna play a (?) in muhfucker for fucking insomnia


  • Ansel Elgort – Supernova

    [Verse 1]
    I feel like atlas, I got my back stretched
    You wanna grab this, you don’t understand this
    I keep it oppressed, work on my realness
    Reading my manifest, I’ll address your request

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
    All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
    I keep hearing what my mother said
    Eyes are open, all I see is red

    [Chorus]
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
    My heart’s in the sky, supernova
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
    My heart’s in the sky, supernova

    [Verse 2]
    Look overhead at the stars and the ocean
    Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
    This supernova could cause a comotion
    My minds of the notion, you’ll still be my motive
    I’ve been, I’ve been so fucked in my head
    I’ve been going through phases, I’m just going through phases
    Don’t know what this craze is
    When’s the last time someone said shit? (ohhh)
    Walking through your mazes
    When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
    All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
    I keep hearing what my mother said
    Eyes are open all I see is red

    [Chorus]
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
    My heart’s in the sky, supernova
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
    My heart’s in the sky, supernova

    [Flute Solo]

    [Chorus]
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your heart’s in the ground, frozen over
    My heart’s in the sky, supernova


  • Ansel Elgort – Supernova lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    I feel like atlas
    I got my back stretched
    You wanna grab this
    You don’t understand this
    I keep it oppressed
    Work on my realness
    Reading my manifest
    I’ll address your request

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
    All my dreams, full of my regret (my regret)
    I keep hearing what my mother said
    Eyes are open, all I see is red

    [Chorus]
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
    My heart’s in the sky supernova
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your hearts in the club frozing
    My heart’s in the sky supernova

    [Verse 2]
    Look overhead at the stars, and the ocean
    Foggy emotions, moments, erosion
    This supernova could cause a comotion
    My minds of the notion you’ll still be my motive
    I’ve been, I’ve been so f*cked in my head
    I’ve been going through phases
    I’m just going through phases
    Don’t know what this craze is
    When’s the last time someone said sh*t? (ohhh)
    Walking through your mazes
    When’s the last time someone meant it? (ohhh)

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’ve been waking up drenched in sweat
    All my dreams full of my regret (my regret)
    I keep hearing what my mother said
    Eyes are open all I see is red

    [Chorus]
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your hearts in the clouds frozing over
    My heart’s in the sky supernova
    I met you in California
    You told me you loved him in Georgia
    Your hearts in the club frozing
    My heart’s in the sky supernova


  • Roy Wood$ – Monday To Monday

    [Chorus]
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

    [Bridge]
    Yeah
    Play
    With me
    Off ecstasy

    [Verse 1]
    Money fly you out when you in Georgia
    I make sure shorty feel important
    Balmains while she’s going shopping
    Marylyn keeps her on auto pilot (auto, auto, auto)
    Catch me with thugs
    Ride around with them birds
    Drugs make her slow
    Can’t feel her toes
    Gang shit on Tour
    Ohh she love me (hey)
    All my diamonds dreaded (hey)
    Bitch touch Molly (oh)
    Girl what you planning (oh oh)
    I feel like Aladin(yeah)
    I just found my Jasmine(my Jasmine)
    Ohh she crazy
    I love her crazy

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m not new here
    So don’t disrespect me for some
    [?]
    And I don’t know who cares but I
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Wanna hear bout you
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Don’t Don’t
    Don’t Don’t

    [Chorus]
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma

    [Bridge]
    Yeah
    Play
    With me
    Off ecstasy

    [Verse 2]
    Gyal dem go shopping
    Tagged up with squaddy
    Saks fifth better spend a bag if you walk in
    Ass too melodic in Toronto with exotic
    Like these bitches are from Europe
    My girl look like Katy Cherry
    She got tattoos in her arm
    She sings like Adele
    Narcotics for fun
    Liquors for the pain
    Don’t believe in love
    [?]
    Face, out my face bitch
    Am I looking out your way now
    [?]
    But I’m looking for my main girl
    I could barely think
    I have way too much to say now
    [?]
    And fly out to Costa Rica
    [?]

    [Pre-Chorus]
    I’m not new to this
    So don’t disrespect me for some
    [?]
    And I don’t know who cares but I
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Wanna hear bout you
    Don’t don’t really care ’bout you
    Don’t don’t wanna hear ’bout you
    Don’t Don’t
    Don’t Don’t

    [Chorus]
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma
    I got my mind on my money nigga from Monday to Monday
    Thinking about my money go to Church on a Sunday
    Popped an ecstacy pills xans when I wanna
    You can’t talk to me about that good or bad karma


  • Atlanta Rapper Bambino Gold’s Body Found In Alabama


    Atlanta rapper Bambino Gold’s body was found in Alabama two weeks after he went missing.

    The news sent shock waves in the local Atlanta hip hop community. On November 7, Bambino, whose real name is Edward Reeves, and his cousin Kendrick Stokes were reported missing and cops launched an investigation into their disappearance. Sadly, over the weekend, both men bodies were found just miles apart in Alabama, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported. Details surrounding the incident is still sketchy, but cops are treating their death as a homicide.

    Bambino Gold and Kendrick Stokes bodies were found in a wooded area in Macon County, just 40 miles east of Montgomery, Alabama. The first body was found off County Road 13 and the second body was discovered off Highway 80, just four miles from where the first body was discovered. The two men were last seen driving a white 2016 Honda CR-V with Georgia license plates on their way to Alabama. Know one knows what happened to them after they left Georgia, but it appears that they were kidnapped and killed.

    Family members told police that they have been unable to reach the rapper and his cousin since November 7th. Cops are pleading with anyone with information to come forward.

    Artist manager Migo, who managed Rae Sremmurd, took to Instagram to plead with the public for help solving the crime. “No matter what’s going on in the streets nobody deserves to be taken from their family,” Migo wrote. “We have to figure out how to resolve conflicts/problems without taking someone’s life. I been knowing @bambinogoldgpt since he was like 16 it’s sad to see this. We got to do better. We want everyone else to to do better for us but we can’t do right in our own community. RIP.”

    No matter what’s going on in the streets nobody deserves to be taken from their family. We have to figure out how to resolve conflicts/problems without taking someone’s life. I been knowing @bambinogoldgpt since he was like 16 it’s sad to see this. We got to do better. We want everyone else to to do better for us but we can’t do right in our own community. RIP ????

    A post shared by Migo ? (@migotheplug) on Nov 18, 2017 at 10:55am PST

     


  • 2 Chainz Considering Stepping Into Politics As Mayor Of College Park


    2 Chainz is considering hanging up his mic for a bit to run for political office.

    The College Park rapper is strongly considering running for mayor of College Park, Ga. which means he would likely have to retire from rap at least until he serves his term. 2 Chainz made the revelations during an interview with Trevor Noah on his talk show “The Daily Show With Trevor Noah.” “I’m from College Park,” the MC said. “It’s a city right outside of Atlanta, Georgia and I’m passionate about my neighborhood, my community.”

    In order for him to run for mayor, 2 Chainz says that there are a couple prerequisites that he doesn’t currently meet and that’s the only thing prevented him from running to overthrow the current mayor who he said has been serving for decades. “The mayor that was currently serving when I was thinking about taking the crown from him had been there for 20 or 30 years, so they were eager for a change,” he said. “But they had a few prerequisites that I couldn’t meet like staying in the same county and things like that because I didn’t want to stay in the same county still.”

    2 Chainz also opened up about a number of issues that he would tackle in the community if he is ever elected mayor starting with crime and funding for projects like sports that will get kids more active in the community. “I would also deal with funding a lot of the county programs, sports programs, and things like that because I feel like a lot of kids don’t come outside anymore,” he said. Chainz would be a great mayor if he can get them to bend the rules for him to enter the race or perhaps he could find himself a nice house in College Park.

    You can watch 2 Chainz full interview with Trevor Noah on Comedy Central.


  • 6ix9ine – Gummo

    [Intro]
    Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
    Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
    Scum Gang
    I’ll see y’all later, suuwoo!

    [Verse 1]
    Pop these niggas like a wheelie nigga, you a silly nigga
    In the hood with them billy niggas, and them hoover niggas
    You run up and they shooting niggas, we ain’t hooping nigga
    Yo Gambi, you a loser nigga, up that Uzi nigga
    On the stoop, grills in, my Georgia girl on my fro
    She wanna fuck but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw
    Man that’s really all I use her for as I kick her out the door
    I don’t want her, you can keep the whore, she fiending for some more
    In New York my niggas don’t Milly Rock, my niggas money bop
    Blow a case a nigga throwing shots, I run ’em off they block
    Caught a milli in the stash box, I grinded for my spot
    Niggas talking ’bout that cash but my bag worth a lot
    I don’t fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes
    Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro
    I don’t love her that’s a sad hoe, she a bad hoe
    I’mma fuck her then I dash home, to the cash hoe

    [Chorus]
    I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
    Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
    I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
    Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh
    Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh
    Move milli, all my niggas on fifty, uh
    Talk down, pew pew pew, you silly, uh
    Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids
    Spinning through ya block like a pop shove it
    Shoot at me I’m shooting back, I’m getting buckets
    I ain’t wanna take his life but nigga, fuck it

    [Chorus]
    I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
    Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
    I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
    Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch
    I’m on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch
    Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip
    I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit
    Shout out… but I fucked that nigga bitch

    [Outro]
    Scum Gang


  • Cold hearted – Bryce Fox lyrics

    Lyrics Bryce Fox – Cold hearted

    It’s somewhere north of Florida
    A little west of Georgia
    At my best, you’re not impressed
    ‘Cause I’m a loser
    Both my wings are frozen, cold like Minnesota
    Pinned between the boulders with the rest.(cold hearted)

    But I try, I try not to need you
    Like you need me
    And I try, and I try not to need you
    Like you need me.

    I’m sick and tired of living in LA
    Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
    I need a place to go with the seasons
    Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
    To be coldhearted.

    You like hills and yoga
    I like hanging over
    You’re more like Kim and I’m too nice to be your Kanye
    Stand up like a soldier versuri-lyrics.info
    But I’m a rock & roller
    I take my rage and throw the flames into the water.

    But I try, I try not to need you
    Like you need me
    And I try, and I try not to need you
    Like you need me.

    I’m sick and tired of living in LA
    Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
    I need a place to go with the seasons
    Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
    To be coldhearted.

    I’m way too cold to hold ya
    Call me when it’s over
    I realized I’m just as frozen as the rest.

    I’m sick and tired of living in LA
    Where the sun is out but there’s so much shade
    I need a place to go with the seasons
    Where no one out has a reason to be coldhearted
    To be coldhearteddd.
    Bryce Fox lyrics
    Video hearted


  • Tracy Byrd – Watermelon Crawl

    I was drivin’ through Georgia in late July
    On a day hot enough to make the devil sigh
    I saw a homemade sign writtin’ in red
    Rhine county watermelon festival ahead

    Well, I wasn’t in a hurry so I slowed down
    Took a two lane road to a one horse town
    There was a party goin’ on when I got there
    I heard a welcome speech from a small town mayor

    He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
    Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
    Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
    Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

    When the band started playin the watermelon queen
    Said let me show you somethin’ that you ain’t ever seen
    She grabbed me by the arm said come on lets go
    She dipped down, spun around, and do-ce-doed

    She rocked back on her heels dropped down to her knees
    She craweled across the floor and jumped back to her feet
    She wiggled and she giggled and be all you ever saw
    She said this is how you do the watermelon crawl

    He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
    Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
    Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
    Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

    If your ever down in georgia around about july
    If you ain’t in a hurry then you aw to stop by
    I can guarantee that you’re goin have a ball
    Learnin’ how to do the watermelon crawl

    He said we got a hundred gallons of sweet red wine
    Made from the biggest watermelons on the vine
    Help yourself to some, but obey the law if you drink
    Don’t drive do the watermelon crawl

    Yeah do the watermelon crawl
    Have fun you all
    Do the watermelon crawl


  • Bobbie Gentry – Fancy

    "Well, I remember it all very well lookin’ back
    It was the summer that I turned eighteen.
    We lived in a one-room, run down shack
    On the outskirts of New Orleans.

    We didn’t have money for food or rent
    To say the least we was hard-pressed
    When Momma spent every last penny we had
    To buy me a dancin’ dress.

    Well, Momma washed and combed and curled my hair,
    Then she painted my eyes and lips.
    Then I stepped into the satin dancin’ dress.
    It had a split in the side clean up to my hips.

    It was red, velvet-trimmed, and it fit me good
    And standin’ back from the lookin’ glass
    Was a woman
    Where a half grown kid had stood.

    She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
    Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down."

    Momma dabbed a little bit of perfume
    On my neck and she kissed my cheek
    Then I saw the tears welling up
    In her troubled eyes as she started to speak

    She looked at our pitiful shack and then
    She looked at me and took a ragged breath
    She said, Your Pa’s runned off, and I’m real sick
    And the baby’s gonna starve to death.

    She handed me a heart-shaped locket that said
    "To thine own self be true"
    And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across
    The toe of my high-healed shoe

    It sounded like somebody else was talkin’
    Askin’, "Momma what do I do?"
    She said, "Just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy.
    They’ll be nice to you."

    She said, "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
    Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
    God forgive me for what I do,
    But if you want out girl it’s up to you
    Now don’t let me down,
    Now get on out, you better start sleepin’ uptown."

    That was the last time I saw my momma
    When I left that rickety shack
    The welfare people came and took the baby.
    Momma died and I ain’t been back.

    But the wheels of fate had started to turn
    And for me there was no other way out.
    It wasn’t very long after that I knew exactly
    What my momma was talkin’ ’bout.

    I knew what I had to do.
    Then I made myself this solemn vow:
    I’s gonna to be a lady someday
    Though I didn’t know when or how.

    But I couldn’t see spendin’ the rest of my life
    With my head hung down in shame.
    You know I mighta been born just plain white trash.
    But Fancy was my name.

    "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
    Here’s your one chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.

    Wasn’t long after that a benevolent man
    Took me in off the streets
    One week later I was pourin’ his tea
    In a five roomed penthouse suite.

    Charmed a king, a congressman
    And an occasional aristocrat
    And I got me an elegant Georgia mansion
    And a New York townhouse flat.

    Now I ain’t done bad

    Now in this world there’s a lot of self-righteous
    Hypocrites who call me bad.
    They criticize Momma for turning me out
    No matter how little we had.

    Though haven’t had to worry ’bout nothin’
    Now for nigh on fifteen years
    But I can still hear the desperation
    In my poor mommas voice ringin’ in my ears.

    "Here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down!
    Oh, here’s your last chance, Fancy, don’t let me down.
    God forgive me for what I do,
    But if you want out well it’s up to you.
    Now your mama’s helping you move uptown."


  • Thomas Rhett – American Spirit

    [Verse 1]
    Ridin’ down red dirt
    Drivin’ in a white truck
    Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky
    Tired eyed kids playin’ in a sprinkler
    Daddy drinkin’ cold bud light
    Talk about a big life
    In a small town, ain’t got a lot
    But we sure found what we were looking for
    Georgia red lipstick, tied white tanktop
    Levi denim blue eyes
    Bottle rockets blowin’ up
    Hot dogs servin’ up
    It ain’t even fourth of july
    That’s just how it is ’round here and we love it
    We wouldn’t trade it all in for nothin’ more

    [Chorus]
    Ohhh
    It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
    Ohhh
    And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
    It’s friday night freedom
    Football game
    It’s proud of where you from
    Its your last name
    It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
    So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
    That American spirit

    [verse 2]
    Old red six string, white piece of paper
    Scribbled down, lovin’ blue ink
    Sweet pretty girl, sweet southern melody
    Sweep her right off of her feet
    It’s a preacher, it’s a [?]
    It’s a ring on a finger and bible
    [and a title, on a fixer up house?]

    [Chorus x2]
    Ohhh
    It’s in the song, baby can’t you feel it
    Ohhh
    And if you can’t baby, listen to the lyrics
    It’s friday night freedom
    Football game
    It’s proud of where you from
    It’s your last name
    It’s thirteen stripes and fifty stars [in the wind?]
    So hold up your beer and holler if you hear it
    That American spirit

    [Outro]
    Ridin’ down red dirt
    Drivin’ in a white truck
    Lookin’ at a pretty blue sky


  • Brook Benton – Rainy Night In Georgia

    Hoverin’ by my suitcase
    Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night
    A heavy rain a fallin’
    Seems I hear your voice callin’
    "It’s all right"
    A rainy night in Georgia
    A rainy night in Georgia
    I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
    Neon signs a flashin’
    Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night
    The distant moanin’ of a train
    Seems to play a sad refrain to the night
    A rainy night in Georgia
    A rainy night in Georgia
    I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world
    How many times I’ve wondered
    It still comes out the same
    No matter how you look at it, think of it
    You just got to do your own thing
    I find me a place in a box car
    So I take out my guitar to pass some time
    Late at night when it’s hard to rest
    I hold your picture to my chest
    And I’m all right
    A rainy night in Georgia
    A rainy night in Georgia
    I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world


  • Gladys Knight & The Pips – Midnight Train To Georgia

    L.A. proved too much for the man
    (Too much for the man, he couldn’t make it)
    So he’s leaving a life he’s come to know, ooh
    (He said he’s going)
    He said he’s going back to find
    (Going back to find)
    Ooh, what’s left of his world
    The world he left behind not so long ago

    He’s leaving
    (Leaving)
    On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
    (Leaving on the midnight train)
    Said he’s going back
    (Going back to find)
    To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
    (Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
    I’ll be with him
    (I know you will)
    On that midnight train to Georgia
    (Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
    I’d rather live in his world
    (Live in his world)
    Than live without him in mine
    (Her world is his, his and hers alone)

    He kept dreaming
    (Dreaming)
    Ooh, that some day he’d be a star
    (A superstar, but he didn’t get far)
    But he sure found out the hard way
    That dreams don’t always come true, oh no, uh uh
    (Dreams don’t always come true, uh uh, no, uh uh)
    So he pawned down his hopes
    (Woo, woo, woo-woo)
    And even sold his old car
    (Woo, woo, woo-woo)
    Bought a one way ticket back to the life he once knew
    Oh yes he did, he said he would

    Oh-oh, he’s leaving
    (Leaving)
    On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
    (Leaving on a midnight train)
    Said he’s going back to find, ooh
    (Going back to find)
    A simpler place and time, ooh, yeah
    (Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
    I’m gonna be with him
    (I know you will)
    On that midnight train to Georgia
    (Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
    I’d rather live in his world
    (Live in his world)
    Than live without him in mine
    (Her world is his, his and hers alone)

    Ooh, he’s leaving
    (Leaving)
    On the midnight train to Georgia, yeah, ooh y’all
    (Leaving on the midnight train)
    Said he’s going back to find
    (Going back to find)
    Ooh, a simpler place and time, ooh y’all, uh-huh
    (Whenever he takes that ride, guess who’s gonna be right by his side)
    I’ve got to be with him
    (I know you will)
    On that midnight train to Georgia
    (Leaving on a midnight train to Georgia, woo woo)
    I’d rather live in his world
    (Live in his world)
    Than live without him in mine
    (Her world is his, his and hers alone)

    For love, gonna board the midnight train to ride
    For love, gonna board, gotta board the midnight train to go
    For love, gonna board, uh huh, the midnight train to go
    My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
    My world, his world, our world, mine and his alone
    I got to go
    I got to go
    I got to go, hey
    I got to go
    I got to go
    My world, his world, my man, his girl
    I got to go
    I got to go, oh
    I got to go
    My world, his world, our world, his girl


  • Usher – Wait For It Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it

    [Verse 1]
    Theodosia writes me a letter every day
    I’m keeping the bed warm while her husband is away
    He’s on the British side in Georgia
    He’s trying to keep the colonies in line
    Well he can keep all of Georgia
    Theodosia, she’s mine

    [Chorus 1]
    Love don’t discriminate
    Between the sinners and the saints
    It takes and it takes and it takes
    And we keep lovin’ anyway
    We laugh and we cry and we break
    And we make our mistakes
    And if there’s a reason I’m by her side
    When so many have tried
    I’m willing to wait for it
    Then, I’m willing to wait for it

    [Verse 2]
    My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher, preacher, preacher, preacher
    But there are things that the homilies and hymns won’t teach ya, teach ya, teach ya, teach ya
    My mother was a genius, genius, my father commanded respect, respect
    When they died they left no instructions, just a legacy to protect

    [Chorus 2]
    Death don’t discriminate
    Between the sinners and the saints
    It takes and it takes and it takes
    Yeah, we keep living anyway
    We rise and we fall and we break
    And we make our mistakes
    And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
    When everyone who loves me has died
    I’m willing to wait for it
    Then I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

    [Bridge]
    (Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it)
    I am the one thing in life I can control
    (Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it)
    I am inimitable, I am original
    (Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it)
    I’m not falling behind or running late
    (Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it)
    I am not standing still, I am lying in wait
    (Wait for it, wait for it
    Wait for it, wait for it)
    Everyone faces an endless uphill climb
    You got something to prove, you got nothing to lose
    Everyone’s pace is relentless, you waste no time, time
    What is it like in his shoes?

    [Chorus 3]
    Life don’t discriminate
    Between the sinners and the saints
    Taking me, taking me, taking…
    And we keep living anyway
    We rise and we fall and we break
    And we make our mistakes
    But I know there’s a reason I’m alive
    So many have died
    And I’m still waiting for it
    I’m willing to wait for it

    [Chorus 2]
    Life don’t discriminate
    Between the sinners
    And the saints
    It takes and it takes and it takes
    And we keep living anyway
    We rise and we fall and we break
    And we make our mistakes
    And if there’s a reason I’m still alive
    When everyone who loves me has died
    I’m willing to wait for it (Yes I am)
    I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it

    [Outro]
    I’m willing to wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it
    I’m willing to wait for it, wait for it, wait for it


  • Young Jeezy – Bout That (feat. Lil Wayne)

    I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

    Start at the hammer I ain’t talking ’bout astrology
    For any pussy doubted, bitch you owe me an apology
    Only talkin’ ’bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
    I could’ve stopped at 101 tell me who shit coming close to that
    But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
    Call your clientele say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
    My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
    Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga
    Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
    It’s real in the field when and bought a set of cleats
    Fuck them silly ass nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
    Made chops since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

    I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

    Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been ’bout it
    I’m gang gang I been solid
    Go Bin Laden on anybody
    Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
    What block you in we gon’ spin around it
    Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies, goddamn
    You ain’t ’bout that lif, e not the combat life
    Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
    Oh God I want it all, night flight
    On the wall like flies
    And I ball like Mike
    You on the side like Spike, goddamn
    Wearing a handkerchief
    All ’bout this bangin’ shit
    We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
    You better not be explaining shit
    She say she ’bout that freaky shit
    She love me if I anchor shit
    We moving slow and ducking quick
    You ain’t about the gangster shit, goddamn

    I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there

    Bitch I’m still winning, yeah it’s like I got some trick tracks
    And if that pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
    You heard about what’s-her-name, ran off on the plug right?
    Caught him and they opened up his top like a Bud Lite
    Posted in the spot look like a zebra with these damn stripes
    Hopped out the Porsche like fuck the Source
    I still didn’t get them five mics
    If ya find a nigga better, if ya let a nigga know
    Yeah, I hear the shit they talking, ain’t like the nigga Snow
    Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rapping
    On the Gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
    Now what you know about that 36
    I can make it double hoe
    They hate you when you ballin’
    They don’t see you when you struggle tho

    I put them O’s in the microwave but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today but you ain’t ’bout that there
    Don’t make me fuck your bitch today ’cause you ain’t ’bout that there

    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there
    He ain’t ’bout that, he ain’t ’bout that there


  • Spillage Village – Can’t Call It

    [Refrain: EarthGang]
    Can’t call it, can’t call it
    I never came from deep pockets
    Why can’t I make a deposit?
    Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
    Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
    I never came from deep pockets
    Why can’t I make a deposit?
    Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

    [Hook: J. Cole]
    Oh, I had so many days of crying
    Oh, I had so many days of pain
    Have you ever been as sad as I am?
    Lord, I ask if anything would change?
    I can see the future that we’re heading
    I would say it’s better not to tell
    If it’s anything like this in Heaven
    Maybe I’d be better off in hell
    (Better off in hell)

    [Verse 1]
    Miseducated, unemployed
    Get deployed in a week
    Them snatch my body and my soul was exploited for free
    Now occupations getting sold, shipped and soul overseas
    Can’t trust nobody like they know to make sure I’m gone eat
    All I see is distractions, distractions
    My life just keep flashing and I’m flashing blue lights
    Get behind you and your little blood pressure start to climate up
    My niggas be speaking and spirit schooling me on time
    And I went to sleep thinking them caves with spiders on my eyelids
    So what you know ’bout shining?
    Lord I’ve been dancing for days, Hell I’m still shaking off slave
    Beneath and dipped in diamonds
    She claim my beats [?] then I can’t leave her for one moment
    Really I be [?]
    Of life and I still be trying to make sense of that jibber jabber
    You right, I can tie this ’round my neck, floating up that corporate ladder
    The weather, the lever matter, or realistic I’d rather be up misfed
    We get it crackin’, we [?] mechanic actions
    But I can’t call it

    [Hook: J. Cole]
    Oh, I had so many days of crying
    Oh, I had so many days of pain
    Have you ever been as sad as I am?
    Lord, I ask if anything would change?
    I can see the future that we’re heading
    I would say it’s better not to tell
    If it’s anything like this in Heaven
    Maybe I’d be better off in hell
    (Better off in hell)

    [Verse 2: Bas]
    Heavy duty, Hell on Earth
    We’ve been feeling Heavens duties
    Even with these demons on us
    Journey deep into atonement
    Through the edges of my mind
    I cannot give you my mind state
    That shit like going on blind dates
    I don’t know how that bitch look
    I could’ve been took
    I’m keeping the vine fate
    Follow the lines straight, and narrow
    Never been one of my fine traits
    I just been living the road, I don’t got no home
    I cannot define safe, ’rounding the bases I live in the times
    Few of my niggas is running it with me
    We’ve been surviving and keeping alive
    Thank you God, God is great
    Give me a pond, now lakes a [?]
    Look at the water inside your eyes
    You have been stuck in a blind state
    Most of us out here just nickel and dime
    Cook up a trip of the crime rate
    But that’s by design and we never snooze
    Now I’m so awake, come step in my shoes nigga

    [Refrain: EarthGang]
    Can’t call it, can’t call it
    I never came from deep pockets
    Why can’t I make a deposit?
    Can’t call it, uh, can’t call it
    Yeah, can’t call it, I can’t call it
    I never came from deep pockets
    Why can’t I make a deposit?
    Can’t call it, yeah, I can’t call it

    [Hook: J. Cole]
    I can see the future that we’re heading
    I would say it’s better not to tell
    If it’s anything like this in Heaven
    Maybe I’d be better off in hell
    (Better off in hell)

    [Verse 3]
    So far I done, so far I done
    So far I done managed to take advantage
    I set a goal and of course it didn’t take off like how I planned it
    Granted I want the globe and the planet where my hands is
    Granted, I’m on my toes and I’m sick of standing
    Sick of the bicker back and forth
    The lifted pitch inside your voice
    Cause I can’t afford a picket fence and a Porsche
    If I get in a pickle, I pull the pistol out my shorts
    Payback on the pussy boy, so give me mines and give me yours
    Give me time and let me finish the design of method
    Any nigga lying, I step it
    Point me in the wrong direction, digging in the mind connecting
    Everything I ever seen, ever done, never was trying to set the gas in the fire
    I prepped it
    Walking in shit that I stepped in

    [Hook: J. Cole]
    Oh, I had so many days of crying
    Oh, I had so many days of pain
    Have you ever been as sad as I am?
    Lord, I ask if anything would change?
    I can see the future that we’re heading
    I would say it’s better not to tell
    If it’s anything like this in Heaven
    Maybe I’d be better off in hell
    (Better off in hell)

    [Verse 4]
    Activated (activated)
    Native language, middle finger
    How ironic? (how ironic? how ironic?)
    What it take to get it when you know you got it?
    How you operating when you know your calling?
    Glad he raised me cause I know my papa wasn’t sober often
    I ain’t judging, I get high
    Now I’m the best to break out and lead 285
    Sticking my chest out, putting my deuce up
    Loosing respect for the one’s you like
    Back in Georgia we whip it slow
    Get pulled over and you could die
    Fuck the bullshit, fuck the cool shit
    Grab the burner, let’s use our rights
    Let’s get rid of these fools tonight
    What a decision, what a commitment, what a [?] when you decide
    Pop the moonroof, ain’t your voodoo
    Hit the crib, get danky coo coo
    Certified I could lead the new school
    Word to Tribe, whole team is Zulu

    [Hook: J. Cole]
    Oh, I had so many days of crying
    Oh, I had so many days of pain
    Have you ever been as sad as I am?
    Lord, I ask if anything would change?
    I can see the future that we’re heading
    I would say it’s better not to tell
    If it’s anything like this in Heaven
    Maybe I’d be better off in hell
    (Better off in hell)


  • Lydia – Georgia letras

    [Verse One]
    You got a couple dollars in your pocket
    It’s 10 o’clock in the morning
    Well, do you remember what you’re talking?
    Well alright, no problem

    [Hook]
    Yeah
    When it goes flying on by
    Yeah
    I remember back when I

    [Chorus]
    When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
    Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
    The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
    Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
    Yeah, that’s how it goes

    [Verse Two]
    I don’t want no stories
    Come on at me like you always
    You were looking kind of lonely
    Well alright, I’m sorry

    [Hook]
    Yeah
    Moving all around in my mind
    Yeah
    And back when I, yeah back when I

    [Chorus]
    When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
    Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
    The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
    Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
    Yeah, that’s how it goes

    [Speaking/Bridge]
    (What time is it?
    It’s a little after six
    After six? Oh, I missed my bus again
    Oh, what’s one more day?
    Nothing to you
    You know, I’ve got a funny feeling I’m going around and around
    Maybe I’m on a merry-go-round
    Climb on down.)

    [Chorus]
    When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
    Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
    The fact that I don’t see no home, yeah, I’ve been laying low
    Whatever kept me up those nights, I’ll never know
    Yeah, that’s how it goes

    [Outro]
    When I had Georgia on my mind but I let her go
    Back when we were trying to find somewhere we could rest our bones
    Yeah, that’s how it goes


  • Kane Brown – Hometown letras

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown


  • Jeezy – Bout That

    [Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    [Hook: Jeezy]
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    [Verse 1]
    Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
    For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
    Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
    I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
    But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
    Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
    My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
    Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
    Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
    It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
    See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
    Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

    [Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    [Hook: Jeezy]
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
    Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
    I’m gang gang I been solid
    Go Bin Laden on anybody
    Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
    What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
    Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
    Goddamn
    And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
    Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
    Oh god I want it all, night flight
    On the wall like flies
    And I ball like Mike
    You on the side like Spike
    Goddamn
    Red handkerchief
    All bout this bangin’ shit
    We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
    You better not be explainin’ shit
    She say she ’bout that freaky shit
    She love me if I hand her shit
    We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
    You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

    [Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    [Hook: Jeezy]
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    [Verse 3: Jeezy]
    Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
    That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
    You heard about what’s-her-name?
    Ran off on the plug, right
    Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
    Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
    Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
    I still ain’t get them five mics
    Find a nigga better
    If you let a nigga know the nigga
    Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
    It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
    Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
    On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
    Now what you know about that 36
    I can make it double, hoe
    They hit you when you ballin’
    They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

    [Pre-Hook: Jeezy]
    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    [Hook: Jeezy]
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there


  • JEEZY – Bout That lyrics

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
    For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
    Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
    I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
    But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
    Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
    My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
    Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
    Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
    It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
    See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
    Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
    I’m gang gang I been solid
    Go Bin Laden on anybody
    Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
    What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
    Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
    Goddamn
    And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
    Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
    Oh god I want it all, night flight
    On the wall like flies
    And I ball like Mike
    You on the side like Spike
    Goddamn
    Red handkerchief
    All bout this bangin’ shit
    We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
    You better not be explainin’ shit
    She say she ’bout that freaky shit
    She love me if I hand her shit
    We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
    You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
    That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
    You heard about what’s-her-name?
    Ran off on the plug, right
    Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
    Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
    Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
    I still ain’t get them five mics
    Find a nigga better
    If you let a nigga know the nigga
    Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
    It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
    Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
    On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
    Now what you know about that 36
    I can make it double, hoe
    They hit you when you ballin’
    They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there


  • Jeezy – ‘Bout That lyrics

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Star let the hammer go, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout astrology
    For any pussy gotta bitch you owe me an apology
    Only talkin’ bout that trappin’ shit, I opened up the door for that
    I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who shit comin’ close to that
    But you know how the saying goes how I cut the tape make a wish
    Call your clientele, say I’m ’bout to make your favorite dish
    My wrists can’t keep my arms close, yeah I’m talkin’ Arnold Schwarzenegger
    Dropped the mixtapes, changed the game
    Whoever thought it’d be a Georgia nigga?
    Jumped off the porch but I landed on my feet
    It’s real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
    See it in the air nigga, yeah the crib like Disneyland
    Eight shots since I started, guess I’ve been a busy man

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Jumped off the porch at eleven, bitch I been bout it
    I’m gang gang I been solid
    Go Bin Laden on anybody
    Talkin’ all that shit and we gon’ have to talk to you in private
    What block you in, we gon’ spin around it
    Leave dead bodies, fuck them zombies
    Goddamn
    And you ain’t bout that life, not the combat life
    Take the cops advice and don’t stop at lights
    Oh god I want it all, night flight
    On the wall like flies
    And I ball like Mike
    You on the side like Spike
    Goddamn
    Red handkerchief
    All bout this bangin’ shit
    We breakin’ down cocaine and shit
    You better not be explainin’ shit
    She say she ’bout that freaky shit
    She love me if I hand her shit
    We movin’ slow and thinkin’ quick
    You ain’t about that gangsta shit, goddamn

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there

    Bitch I’m still winnin’, yeah it’s like I got some trick dice
    That pussy so and so I don’t hit that bitch twice
    You heard about what’s-her-name?
    Ran off on the plug, right
    Caught him and they opened up his top like a muglite
    Posted in the spot, look like a zebra with these damn stripes
    Hopped out the Porsche like fuck The Source
    I still ain’t get them five mics
    Find a nigga better
    If you let a nigga know the nigga
    Yeah, I hear the shit they talking
    It ain’t like a nigga slippin’
    Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it rappin’
    On the gram with a pic, now that’s a mean caption
    Now what you know about that 36
    I can make it double, hoe
    They hit you when you ballin’
    They don’t see you when you strugglin’ tho

    I put them Os in the microwave
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Talk a whole brick of white today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Got a that Muller on my wrist today
    But ye ain’t ’bout that there
    You made me fuck your bitch today
    ‘Cause ye ain’t bout that there

    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there
    Ye ain’t ’bout that, ye ain’t ’bout that there


  • KANE BROWN – Hometown

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown


  • KANE BROWN – Hometown lyrics

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown
    He remembers all the 3 court sessions
    Giving lessons, never guessing
    We go from dive bars to sold out
    He just smiles, can’t help but grin when he turns that dial on the FM
    Here’s an old friend, he can’t believe it
    Ain’t that what it’s all about
    What it’s all about, yeah

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Wanna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    All the whining through the years
    All the grinding of the gears
    All the passion and the tears
    Man it paid off
    All the places that we see
    All the place that we meet
    It still feels like a dream
    That we’re living off
    It ain’t the laughs and fame
    It ain’t the smoking flames
    It’s that sweet artist smile on my mama’s face

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    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    (Guitar)

    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    That’s right, north west Georgia, where you all at?
    In every song
    Every way
    In every move I’ve ever made
    Chanukah, Tennessee, turn it up
    Come on

    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make them turn it up loud
    Roll them windows down
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Gonna give them that sound
    Everybody’s talking about
    We still the same old, same old southern boys
    Still got the same old, same old southern boys
    We’re singing now
    All I wanna do is make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud
    Make my hometown proud

    Oh mr. jackson cuts his grass after church on his tractor
    Only after listening to the country countdown