Lyrics

(Verse)
It's clear you planned this out
For quite some time.
You tell the world around you ,
The fault was mine.
Turn me into the bad guy,
Well, that's just fine.
My money's where my mouth is,
And I'm dropping dimes.
[Verse 2]
Paint your picture how you like,
Ill paint the whole town red tonight.
Say you’re leaving feelin’ light,
I got a feelin' my futures bright.
[Chorus]
This ain't Georgia mud,
You're not stuck with me.
If you wanna go, then live your dream
Grass is greener where you wanna be
Hell, there's no cover the door is free
[Bridge]
Pack your bags and hit the road
Before my heart and mind explode
Caught in a battle. oh well, go to hell,
Wrote a song for your travels
[Verse 3]
There's no more time for talking
You Gotta go, plane, train, or walking
Write your tale now all alone,
Freedom's calling pick up the phone.
[Chorus]
This ain't Georgia mud,
You're not stuck with me
If you wanna go then live your dream
Grass is greener where you wanna be
Hell, there's no cover the door is free
Written by: Phineas Maphet
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