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bunks - ridin thru tennessee lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1:j.gro]
i’m a soul rebel, with most my own devils
i keep it on the low, i stay here on the level
i’m not the first to talk, you know i keep it mellow
but you f-ck with my fam and you know i’ll crack ya kettle
i walk with no fear, i drink too much beer
in case you haven’t heard, i’m kinda big around here
cause i been around here, i hold it down around here
when you come to mid-tn, you watch your mouth around here
cause we all laid back, no one pushing maybachs
we run as thick as thieves, i know these hills have got my back
and i got their’s too, i hold it down for my crew
we the go-getters, make it do what it do

[hook: j.gro and j.smo]
i’m riding through tennessee, cause these hills, they’re a part of me
and these backroads they call for me, so i answer they call
i’m a soul rebel with most of my own devils
put the pedal to the medal and watch the dust fall

[verse 2: j.smo]
tennessee born and raised, bible belt taught us to pray
coffee county where we stayed, in the fields of farms we played
early mornings get to work, rain or not, get in the dirt
out to sunset, feel the burn, hand me paper, time to turn
light this bic, inhale this herb, hitting sixty through the curve
mountain roads, smell the air, feel the breeze take ya cares
and make them disappear
bang this bunk hit and let it dissipate your fears
roll down the windows, let the music reach they ears
feel the b-ss go through you, let the treble make it clear
that the bunks are here to stay, we here to lay raps
j.smo produce the tracks, let gro melt the wax
the team that bring the steam we cook the meat and then we serve it
we’d offer you some seconds but you really don’t deserve it
you talking like your clean but you really ain’t that perfect
in the south we see the depth, you transparent at the surface
your act is proving lame, we about to drop the curtains
if your feelings get to hurting ask yourself if you certain
i’m hit the road, you can call me on the phone
leave a message, i won’t answer, through these hills as i roam
i know you got to feel this, this backhills country real sh-t

[verse 3: j.gro]
moonshine, sweet wine, (can i get another swig)
so hit me with that jd, it keeps these ladies crazy
gentle jack and c-ke could be the recipe for babies
been crazy since the 80s and escalating lately
still i can’t help it, that’s how my mom made me
that’s how my pops raised, that’s how these hills shaped me
jack daniels, george d-ckel, influenced me greatly
if you’re looking for me too long, i’m out here playing beer pong
these 24 cans will be long gone before dawn
time to watch this sun climb these tennessee hills
we been up all night seeking tennessee thrills
giving tennessee chills with this venom i spill
got my finger on the pulse to see how tennessee feels
but its time to take the 6, hit the gravel, have a ball
put the pedal to the medal and watch the dust fall

[outro]

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