I was tryna find something I could be

Downtown Music Row, Tennessee

Singing songs that they wrote wasn’t meant for me

In the knock off boots and the flannel tee

You've Never been from where I’m from, so how do you know me?

I’m 35s red clay down in PCB

Never been to the Mason Dixons but I seen those county lines

Mud graps on a back road drifting

Southern belle rubbing on my thigh

22 in the back seat loaded

Mag lite sitting by my side

Game warden tryna catch me

Trail cams on a power line

Red dirt on my square toes

But I wear those when I go out to brеakers

My tattoos and my cut off

She clean thе mud off and I didn’t even make her

She in West Palm but she a Bama girl

She got baby blues but I could never date her

In Rock Bar with Express cards

Popping bottles like I'm signed to a major

I was tryna find something I could be

Downtown Music Row, Tennessee

Singing songs that they wrote wasn’t meant for me

In the knock off boots and the flannel tee

You've Never been from where I’m from so how do you know me?

I’m 35s red clay down in PCB

My twangs real but y’all fake yalls

Got scholarships off of late docs

I wasn’t rapper just for Tiktok

Til I started country and y’all hate on me

I like acoustic and I like trap out in Nolensville is

Where my mics at

I'm a little different so the rappers know me

But your buckle bunnies don’t like that

Big truck I just killed a big buck

Sipping on some good stuff

Bumping to some hood stuff

808 mix it with the banjo

Foreign rapped in camo

I bet all your fans know about Kidd G

I was tryna find something I could be

Downtown Music Row, Tennessee

Singing songs that they wrote wasn’t meant for me

In the knock off boots and the flannel tee

You've Never been from where I’m from so how do you know me?

I’m 35s red clay down in PCB