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chris janson – say about me (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: chris janson]
rolling stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
yeah, but i ain’t the first good ol’ boy to mix country with his rock
see, i grew up in a single wide with a poster of kid rock
and when you start out from the bottom, son
you scream when you’re on top
from a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet
the odds are always stacked against me
but there ain’t nothin’ stopped me yet

[chorus: chris janson]
’cause i make money, i make music
i got swagger and i use it
cowboy hat when i feel it
feather in the back, zebco reelin’
skip from a bentley to a 350
i wake up in the mornin’, see how it hits me
at the end of the day, i’m just a redneck boy in the hills of tennessee
and i was raised not to care what people say about me
uh, yeah, that’s right, sing it

[verse 2: chris janson]
see, i got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen
and i married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree
a couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
so we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
and before i knew it, there was platinum records up hangin’ on my wall
and i thank god every day i’m a member of the grand ole opry, y’all

[verse 3: offset]
offset
i got the baddest b-tch in the game (bad)
diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (ice)
i eat percocet, ease the pain (pain)
hate or you love it, i’ma pull up in a range (pull up)
trapstar, rockstar, you can hear it in the guitar
oh god, this a lambo, not a mopar (‘par)
fishtail, doing donuts like a go-kart (skrrt)
there go 12, hit the gas on a cop car (woo)
on my soul
i can tell when she looking for the gold
on my soul
i get the bag, then i’m out the back door
let the weed smoke blow
while i’m on the balcony in the robe
black diamonds, it’s a crow
get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf

[chorus: chris janson]
skip from a bentley to a 350
i wake up in the mornin’ and see how it hits me
at the end of the day i’m just a redneck boy in the hills of tennessee
and i was raised not to care what people say about me
alright

[outro: chris janson]
we raised up on that hank jr 83, son
put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air
now somebody scream

- chris janson lyrics

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