Anything But Country (break beat_no trap version).mp3
Look, as a kid I just wanted to fit in
So I did whatever the crowd did
And one day I asked this girl at school
That I thought was cute: "Ayy, what you listening to?"
She said "I like everything, you know. Everything except country"
"Me too"
And I ain't never gave it a shot
But they said it was wack, so I figured it's true
Fast forward twenty years later
You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
I got a little older, formed my own opinion
Stopped letting other people do my own thinking
Sometimes I wonder how many things I've passed by
And even passed judgement 'fore I gave it a try
So I keep a open mind, no exceptions
So man, I'm going country, I hope you get the message, yeah (Uh)
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh
They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah)
I think you might like you some country (Yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
What if you end up liking?
Well, I grew up in a home
Where my father wasn't in the home
So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend
My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him
Capisc'? (Ha)
I remember speaking in detail
But only got football and females
A girlfriend? He asked if I had one
And if so, never bring home a black one
"It must something wrong with them"
Well, that's what I thought back then
I wonder what his parents taught him
The irony is: the closest thing I had to a dad was a black man
They say don't judge a book by its cover
And never judge a man by his skin
And never judge a song by its genre or hearts of the monsters
That we should really fight against
But it seems like
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh
They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
What if you end up liking?
You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
So I did whatever the crowd did
And one day I asked this girl at school
That I thought was cute: "Ayy, what you listening to?"
She said "I like everything, you know. Everything except country"
"Me too"
And I ain't never gave it a shot
But they said it was wack, so I figured it's true
Fast forward twenty years later
You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
I got a little older, formed my own opinion
Stopped letting other people do my own thinking
Sometimes I wonder how many things I've passed by
And even passed judgement 'fore I gave it a try
So I keep a open mind, no exceptions
So man, I'm going country, I hope you get the message, yeah (Uh)
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh
They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah)
I think you might like you some country (Yeah)
Ooh-ooh-ooh
What if you end up liking?
Well, I grew up in a home
Where my father wasn't in the home
So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend
My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him
Capisc'? (Ha)
I remember speaking in detail
But only got football and females
A girlfriend? He asked if I had one
And if so, never bring home a black one
"It must something wrong with them"
Well, that's what I thought back then
I wonder what his parents taught him
The irony is: the closest thing I had to a dad was a black man
They say don't judge a book by its cover
And never judge a man by his skin
And never judge a song by its genre or hearts of the monsters
That we should really fight against
But it seems like
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh
They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Why don't you give it a try? You might like country
Ooh-ooh-ooh
What if you end up liking?
You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Prielozny, Ramon Ibanga, Gabriel Alberto Azucena, Andrew Aaron Mineo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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