Kinlin

Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field
When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill
Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks
I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks
And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks

I call DurtE when the shit pop off, it's gettin' live
Shit get raw, when I roll up, keep a ginger on the side
Barefooted, yeah, we soulless, trippin' all the time
Wanna kick it, hit my line, find me sittin' by the fire in the sticks

With GPS, don't give a shit on a dirt road with a couple of goons, and a couple of hicks
Got a cooler full of beer and a handle, a couple of chicks
Clearly an influence, I'm under it

I got a solo cup glued to my hand
That shit ain't comin' off, tonight, I'm gettin' high as a kite
And don't think I'm comin' down
Dirtbags walk in a bar, everyone runnin' out
Fuck around, you endin' up dead

You comin' under now, deliverance, hey there girl, you got a party mouth
20 minutes with your boy, you could bet that I turn her out
Party feel like Portland, baby, we 'bout to burn it down
But you could find out by word of mouth

Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field
When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill
Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks
I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks
And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks

We in the field with no law and no fucks
Bunch of DirtBagz on 10 soon as we show up
Tore up, hop in the truck and rip some donuts
Don't front, we out here chillin', quit actin' so tough

If we wanted problems, and we'd take, better spoke up
Promptly get to layin' your asses out like a throw rug
Hol' up, we just tryna crack some cold ones
Split a couple Dutches and throw somethin' on the roll-up (woo)

We chiefin', ATV creepin', the green is top-notch and the beer it stays freezin'
The fire it stays hot, if you hungry, then we eatin'
The women lookin' lovely, and dancin' like they mean it, oh
Grab a bottle, hop in the follow, let's roll, gettin' louder the further out we go
System bangin' like we was outta the show, you ain't know?

Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field
When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill
Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks
I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks
And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks

Got the fire burnin' ferocious, atrocious, the way that we burn it up
Since I was a precocious, lil' focused juvenile, I backed it up
Every word I said I meant to the death, never put it underneath my breath
I said it with my chest, therefore, I ended the thing

I've started heavy armed, 'fore we're marchin', tell your sergeant, "Play with caution"
'Cause I'm cautiously evolvin', yet devolvin' to revolver, still an option
If I'm honest, bein' blunt, you don't want the smoke nor the fire that starts it

I'm the artist, leave the garbage, any artist fix their armor
Leave 'em harmless, fully tarnished, light out like the Amish
Oh, my gosh, this can't be honest, yes, I'm on it like some vomit and fractal it
I gladly do you and burn the farm it out the garden known to overthrow the thrones
And those who hold the crowns, and go get laid like rose bulldogs
And exiled from their homes, wait, I thought that this was a party song
That y'all put me on? So pass the Patron

Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field
When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill
Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks
I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks
And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks