CherCo

I'm from
Canton Georgia sorry if I'm doing nothing for ya
From the border of Atlanta, 40 minutes from ya
Don't get started, I'll annoy ya
Bad attitude like Tom Sawyer
Middle finger to my previous employers
Better call my goddamn lawyer
Tried to fit in with the popular
What a motherfucking waste of time
See it like an astronomer
Got big ole stars lighting up my eyes
No bitch, I'm not tripping, I'm fine
No bitch, I'm not drunk, I'm high
Caught another attitude, hold up
Let me go ahead and roll up

After everything I've been through, I'm legit
Feel it when I'm in the mirror, I'm the shit
Ain't no pessimistic, all my homies all positive
Too many bitches on my line, on my dick
I'm like hold up, one at a time
Roll up, let's go get high
Chin up, we're gonna survive
I'll say it, but we gotta try
Like hold up, one at a time
Roll up, lets go get high
We're gonna survive
Gotta try now

On my country shit
Backwoods, I ain't smoking shit
Gravel roads to mobile homes
And broken homes to smashing shit
Little white trash kid, I was bad as shit
Now I've got a heart of gold
Don't listen to the gossip
Believe half you see, none of what you're told
I took a flight from Atlanta to see my sister in Bama (Alabama)
Then Austin, Texas for the work
And then right back to Atlanta
Bury me up in Georgia, right next to my dog
I'm a southern boy, you know I pray to God
Like just give me a shot, let me take it for a whirl
I love my hometown but now I gotta see the world
I gotta make some money, these bitches want diamonds and pearls
I'll laugh but there ain't shit funny

After everything I've been through, I'm legit
Feel it when I'm in the mirror, I'm the shit
Ain't no pessimistic, all my homies all positive
Too many bitches on my line, on my dick
I'm like hold up, one at a time
Roll up, let's go get high
Chin up, we're gonna survive
I'll say it, but we gotta try
Like hold up, one at a time
Roll up, lets go get high
We're gonna survive
Gotta try now



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Hyde
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