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Wait for me to Wait for me to fall off, you'll be standin' in a coffin If anybody says they gave me an L they be sleep talkin' I could be asleep and walk in river water drip droppin' Filter on acrylic ears like fuzzy filters on a walkman Yeah, back road classics since my debut track list Had that Tahoe smokin' since my Rollin' Stoned hit Dirty boys, that is us, on the game like ticks Best check, high and low, like a creek bank bitch All my horses in the front yard, hit the switch to turn the key on You might see a Bronco be in the pond made a trail, no lane to be a Leap frog, where to? Back forth, but me Off course, stuck though, my choice And I don't mean drugs like salt, two slugs Too slow, dried up, red carpet, old rug And I'm gon' wipe cow shit on the entrance No bonfire for these celebs, they might melt like plastic at a close distance If you got a Bic pen with no interest You're pretty much a photo op like some planned Polaroid pictures I stay literature, when I split the word, to get the curb Wirin' up a system to help get me heard So sit and learn, slanguage arts has hit the 'burbs I'm the shit in the studio, don't slip on turd We ain't gonna click if your rhythm ain't with the curve I'm possum dodgin' smokin' pot lookin' at pothole swerve Ay, fuck it, I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (nope) Hellcat ain't no thing my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (whoo) Drivin' skill be somethin' action movies dupin' (skrrt-skrrt) So many lanes, Bo and Luke couldn't even do it All these country stars be actin' like some groupies Instagramin' like they're divas out here tryna get some smooches Yuck, you ain't no Hank Williams Sr. 'cause you suited Dreams hollow 'cause you ain't seein' 'em lucid Shot through the heart and the arrow not from Cupid Music City leave you deaf like you've been jammin' to Q-Tips Blue notes, blue music, but where the blueprint? All I'm seein' is a CMT 2 skit Luke Combs' eyes so close, one punch look like two fists Morgan Wallen ratatouille "You Proof" ridin' in that V6 Ay, fuck it, I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (hell nah) Hellcat ain't no thing my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (whoo) Drivin' skill be somethin' action movies dupin' (skrrt) So many lanes, Bo and Luke couldn't even do it Ay, fuck it, I ain't worried 'bout the police when I'm cruisin' (nope) Hellcat ain't no thing my dusty boots gon' lose 'em (gon' lose 'em) Drivin' skill be somethin' action movies dupin' (skrtt-skrtt) So many lanes, Bo and Luke couldn't even do it KalaniOnDaBeat motherfucker