“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
“Coming Back” By Cash C., Edoe
The lyrics depict a sense of confidence and resilience, as the artist embraces a new lifestyle and moves forward without concern for others. The lyrics also touch on themes of betrayal, self-reliance, and personal growth.
COMING BACK BY CASH C., EDOE LYRICS
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain’t know
They ain’t know
They ain’t Know how I was coming
When I Pulled up in a new whip
Hey; Yea I Got a New Bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I’m spilling
Every step I Take
They Like You Need To Take A Break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these bitches Can’t Relate
How I Be Dripping Like A Lake
It’s Crazy How niggas a turn on me
When loyalty don’t cost a thing
I Clearly See Bitches Ain’t Riding For Me
Niggas ain’t dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own Now
Fuck the police Yea I’m gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That’s why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin Bout I got a bad attitude bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I’m done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I’m heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on Lock lock lock
I Know you got a nigga tell me something I don’t know
Let me know if I’m a fuck or not cause I got to go
Everytime you get around your friends you think that they don’t know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain’t have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tried of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
If I ever shot a nigga block I’m coming back
Turn this bitch around I’m hopping nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that’s if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like Sister Act
Two twin Glocks, one of the Cody One Of the zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother Gon shot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga
Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don’t worry about no side bitches
Nigga tell me something I don’t know
Let me know if I’m a fuck or not cause I got to go
Everytime you get around your friends you think that they don’t know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain’t have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tried of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave She having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man It’s looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step a side
Y’all might as well step a side
Yeaa
They ain’t Know how I was coming
When I Pulled up in a new whip
Hey; Yea I Got a New Bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
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