“Dirt Road” By Drew Santos
The lyrics depict a love for the simplicity and freedom of rural life, specifically the enjoyment of driving on dirt roads. It conveys a sense of adventure and escapism, with references to fishing, country style, and nature. The explicit content is minimal, with no explicit references to language, violence, drugs, alcohol, or sexual content.
DIRT ROAD lyrics
Check, check
Give me a little more
Dirt Road Dirt Road
Sounds good Drew
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (uh uh uh)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
She told me it ran its course horse shit she want them
Royalties opportunities without loyalties yeah it’s gonna burn
But I gotta grab my duffle bag and my country swag never looking back with my sleeping bag with my mose burg and my trucker hat
Gives a flying fuck so thats life
I’m straight from the Land I done walked these streets I done hanged these alleys
Hang with the boys from the block til the music stop
Take a country boy song to a hip hop beat
Two steps in the jam to kick up the dirt to put in my work
(ghetto cowboy)
She’s playing those games and mixing those messages (ghetto cowboy)
Telling me lies (ghetto cowboy) through he beepers jeepers creepers
When you messing with a devil in a red dress fatality to my sanity she’s looking like a georgia belle til she preaching hell better bail when you can better dodge that bullet
She shooting that crazy hate me aiming for daisies
Baby date me hate me deal or save me
All my life I’ve been doing right
But i seem to get that rattlebite that’s hard when I go to bed at night all these clouds I seen better days as i stare at clouds color grey
Ghetto Cowboy
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
They found me a piece of puzzle I climbed out the rubber I’m used to this feeling
Knocked off the ceiling so get in position envision a mission and keeping it moving
Can’t suffer in silence
Your smiles are a nightmare to my psyche
Thinking of pipe dreams how your love struck like lightning so frightening
For what it might've been woulda coulda’s keep on cycling
I must confess I’ve been such a mess and this stress effect it got the best of me
I’m tryna hide it feeling so collided
But i’ve been acting hard
Tryna keep my face tryna keep my grace
So I pull out my dagger as I stagger out my back
Should’ve known you’d do me wrong same ol' country song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
Guitar Solo
“4 Am on Marz Interlude” by Karlos Slimm
The lyrics portray a sense of excitement and confidence as the artist talks about getting hit up on their phone to meet up. The song touches on themes of love, temptation, and living life to the fullest. With references to parties, phone calls, and late-night escapades, the lyrics create a vibrant and energetic atmosphere. The language used is casual and modern, reflecting a contemporary style. The explicit content in the lyrics is minimal, with occasional references to drugs and alcohol. Overall, the lyrics exude a playful and adventurous vibe.
CREATED IN CLEVELAND
Here my ace, where my phone, she's here my ace
When I know, when I know, soon, ah, yeah
Where my phone, here my ace, I told her hurry
When you at your's in my place, ain't no ace
When she get high, got what you want
Know you chased this your whole life, yeah
Just to the west side, run from the gray skies
Ain't gonna waste time, so don't miss the facetime
It's not a new scenе, D&D if your phone ring D&D how you blow me, ain't a shape but watch thеm rosebleeds
On the run, they woo up through the west side
Heard too many times, she can't love no more I'm no good for you, you said that last time
I don't keep it, call me though, I'm no schmooze
Espionage, Espionage Espionage, Espionage
Chop it up, that's katana Light it up, marijuana
Psyche, ah, know you wanna lock it
Ah, keep it comin' Afro-digiac, I keep you high
Nice view from the back, girl, when you right
I'm makin' these moves through the late nights
Just give me the word and I'll go slide
I'm gon' slide like
On the run, they woo up through the west side
Heard too many times, she can't love no more
I'm no good for you, you said that last time
I don't keep it, call me though, I'm no schmooze
Espionage, Espionage Espionage, Espionage
Oh, fuck you, you can't even sing Yeah, just sing or something, get some pussy
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