Текст Struggle Jennings – Outlaw Classics

Intro:
Hahahahaha
Y’all from Nashville
No, no, no

Struggle Jennings:
Ladies in Nashville, raised on the West Side
When Preston Taylor was the jungle, rappers didn’t mumble
Gangster’s didn’t dance, you got popped, you wore a muzzle
Street’s had a code, we don’t know you, we don’t love you
Now I’m standin’ in a crowd full of strangers in my city
With some kid from California singin’ Conway Twitty
In my feelings, ’cause I’m feelin’ like the villain in the ‘Ville
To be real I don’t recognize half the people here
There’s a tear in my beer, make a toast take a cheer
Live for the night, yesterday disappear
When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo
Friend’s in high places, fly high Mondo

Upchuch:
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There’s too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin’ grounds once upon a time
Now it’s all glam and flashy
I guess I’m old school goin’ down slow
Like them outlaw classics

Jelly Roll:
It’s that tequila drinkin’, coke sniffin’, pill poppin’, po pimpin’, go get it

Upchuch:
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There’s too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin’ grounds once upon a time
Now it’s all glam and flashy
I guess I’m old school goin’ down slow
Like them outlaw classics

Son I was 17 years old still wet behind my fuckin’ ears
Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo bumpin’ through the ‘Ville
Country as a ‘mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone
All I knew was feedin’ chickens, chasin’ girls, and gettin’ home
Past two o’clock Music City went to sleep
Now it’s mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth
Yeah they’re rentin’ out a room, but dog I’m used to pushin’ and shovin’
I dove in every bar from Broadway to fuckin’ DeMario
You ain’t never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle
You ain’t never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle
You ain’t never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy
Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to Campus West

I got blood drops in my whiskey
There’s too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin’ grounds once upon a time
Now it’s all glam and flashy
I guess I’m old school goin’ down slow
Like them outlaw classics