Lyrics Upchurch – Off Road

We’re going off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky
We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday

I’ve got my boys and my beer, they got toys jagged up to here
Got room for a lotta white tail in the rear, get a ladder ’cause you gotta climb up in here
Ain’t talking bout Deere, y’all know it, yeah we going off road for sure
It’s time for the boys ?
to blow it, where you see the convoy, go follow it
Let’s just roll, roll, way back off the highway when nobody knows
Corn rows and the sun shining right right through the palm trees, that’s where you’ll find me
Light breeze, Yeti on freeze ?
Rocking the States, Canadians overseas, refugees ?
fancy Chinese
Hit the web store for ten cent tees, with the logo on it please and thanks for the cheese
Everything that JC boy needs, like feed my chicks red wings and real treats
Amunitions for R-15s ?
start jumping like backward jeans
Yeah that’s me, the one chopping trees, flipping through high capacity magazines

We’re going off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky
We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky

Where’s the keys to my 4-wheeler, I’m about to tear this whole track up
Tony Stewart these fucking punks, no breaks, all I know is gas son
Me and D, we need a K5 with a brush strong like a freight train
We gon’ party hard in this cornfield, let the Casey light just guide the way
To a dead end road in the game reserve where them shotgun shell ain’t even heard
Where the pot plants grow and the moonshine burns and the cops don’t go ’cause of shit they heard
Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands, dirty work puts money in the pants
Red Camaro, turbo with the trans ?
rocking two tanned up legs
Never had a chance to come roll of fresh paint, jobbing on my truck with some Walmart cans
Camouflage ?
baby I’m that man, turnt up like a bunch of fucking Nascar fans
Shit, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby, behind the seat Benelli with shawty
Me and Jones about to crank the party, hope you rocking on some Mickey Thompson

We’re going off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky
We put on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday
Off road, way back off the highway
Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the sky
We throw on some Hank, let’s crank it like it’s Friday