Backwoods
(V. 1)
Growing up I never thought that my town would come to this
I always wanted to grow up, but my youth is what I miss
Cuz morality is down, yet mortality is up
Maybe lighten up on hate, double down on all the love
Because life goes on, we just gotta go with it
Half the town is tryna live, other half on opiates
Some are living check to check only tryna get by
While the others on the system, only looking for the high
So I take a step back, feel the bass and hi hat
Put my feelings into lyrics, fly away like jet packs
I sit around and think of all the music I've released
Always puttin shit out with the slim hope that I'd be seen
Cuz if I did it for the fame, I'd be signed by now
All I gotta do is mumble, and they'd fly right down
But that shit is for the birds, I put feeling into words
Unleash the fury with my verbs, these other rappers Amber Heards
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
(V. 2)
Call me a savage, Bob Ross in tall grass
Got seven shades of blood dripping off these callused hands
Country ain't bud light, cheap boots, and John Deere
Search the hollers and the creeks for the boys round here
Boy its something to fear, fear it like its the end
Fear it like a quart of shine, at 6AM
Fear it like its the heavens, fear it like its the devil
Fuck around and you'll depart, via 38 special
I was born by the night, I was bred for the fight
Like a pack of guerillas, we'll attack at the sight
Of the treason you bring, and the lies that you sing
I hope you're ready to go, all 15 in the ring
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
(V. 3)
Where I come from, it's all hospitality
Open fields, wooded mountains, small municipalities
No matter how we grew up, we'll be okay
Cuz we're just a couple hicks, small town USA
It's all love round here, you got nothing to fear
From white trash, hillbilly, gun totin mountaineers
At the end of the day, we say howdy and y'all
And country rap is that backwoods shit, let's have a ball
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
Growing up I never thought that my town would come to this
I always wanted to grow up, but my youth is what I miss
Cuz morality is down, yet mortality is up
Maybe lighten up on hate, double down on all the love
Because life goes on, we just gotta go with it
Half the town is tryna live, other half on opiates
Some are living check to check only tryna get by
While the others on the system, only looking for the high
So I take a step back, feel the bass and hi hat
Put my feelings into lyrics, fly away like jet packs
I sit around and think of all the music I've released
Always puttin shit out with the slim hope that I'd be seen
Cuz if I did it for the fame, I'd be signed by now
All I gotta do is mumble, and they'd fly right down
But that shit is for the birds, I put feeling into words
Unleash the fury with my verbs, these other rappers Amber Heards
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
(V. 2)
Call me a savage, Bob Ross in tall grass
Got seven shades of blood dripping off these callused hands
Country ain't bud light, cheap boots, and John Deere
Search the hollers and the creeks for the boys round here
Boy its something to fear, fear it like its the end
Fear it like a quart of shine, at 6AM
Fear it like its the heavens, fear it like its the devil
Fuck around and you'll depart, via 38 special
I was born by the night, I was bred for the fight
Like a pack of guerillas, we'll attack at the sight
Of the treason you bring, and the lies that you sing
I hope you're ready to go, all 15 in the ring
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
(V. 3)
Where I come from, it's all hospitality
Open fields, wooded mountains, small municipalities
No matter how we grew up, we'll be okay
Cuz we're just a couple hicks, small town USA
It's all love round here, you got nothing to fear
From white trash, hillbilly, gun totin mountaineers
At the end of the day, we say howdy and y'all
And country rap is that backwoods shit, let's have a ball
(Hook)
Mountain mama hold my hand
Deliver me to the promised land
These spoons and needles break my heart
Keepin families so far apart
Girls and boys won't know their daddies
Dead in a ditch, ending life so sadly
Credits
Writer(s): David Cameron Clutter, Dustin James Mcquaid
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