Nowhere - Racket County, Hard Target, The Lacs

Yeah

Ha ha ha ha ha

Hey

I’m sauced up like Post Malone

And I’m underground like a gophers home

That bell will ring like a mobile phone

I disconnect your neck broken bones

Get your lip swole now you need Cortizone

Lookin' like the logo for the Rolling Stones

We goin' in like an open home

But I’m focused knowin' our hope is gone

And I’m bat shit, and I’m coo-coo

When that track hits, I get screws loose

And that ratchet, that does hat tricks

With no magic and no voodoo

You better ask them, closed caption

I want access, to your Hulu

I got a bad bitch, like Brad Pitt

She got ass tits, and cooks noodles, ha

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere

My mama told me son, this life ain’t no fair

You better stand (Better stand)

'Cause I won’t be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)

Don’t you worry 'bout me I’ll be a man

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

That whiskey’s up and that bass is down

Just gimme that mic don’t make a sound

Your face is frown when it came around

'Cause all my folks we stayin' down

We stayin' true they ain’t afraid of you

Just sayin' dude a lotta change in you

I stayed the same you changin' lanes

Just sit back and see what we came to do

I’m on another level baby you can check my status

South Georgia flatwoods rebel you better remember that

From trailer parks to private jets man I done seen it all

My middle of nowhere took me somewhere, believe it y’all

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere

My mama told me son, this life ain’t no fair

You better stand (Better stand)

'Cause I won’t be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)

Don’t you worry 'bout me I’ll be a man

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Po-po-po-po poor white boy with the bass and the balls

Little backwoods drawl with the way I talk

I don’t know a lotta folks gettin' down like that

Ain’t sayin' y’all trash but your rap game wack

Get mad at the Kickin' Up Mud track

Most cats play the one song and they go and judge off that

Take a minute take a listen to the lyrics

I bet that what your hearin' is a whole lot different

Than the boys talkin' loud got a belly full of beer

Gonna kill me a deer same time every year

Me I’m laughin' like y’all no fear

'Cause we out castin' lines off the pier

To make another dirt road ride party a miss

Don’t call it hick hop I don’t like that shit

I do believe The Lacs earned a spot

So we changin' up the name to Dirt Rock

Shit I was born and raised in the middle of nowhere

My mama told me son, this life ain’t no fair

You better stand (Better stand)

'Cause I won’t be there to hold your hand (Hold your hand)

Don’t you worry 'bout me I’ll be a man

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I’m all grown up and this world ain’t never give me shit

Throw that whiskey in my cup, that why I’m drinkin' for the hell of it

You keep tryin' to tell me somethin' I ain’t listenin' for nothin'

Singin' Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh