I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Road, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff blues and their flannel tees
You've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35's red clay down in PCB
Never been to the Mason-Nixon's, but I've seen those county lines
Mud graphs on the back road drifting, southern bell rubbing on my thigh
22 in the back seat loaded, mag lights sitting by my side
Game would've been trying to catch me, trail cams on the power line
Red dirt on my square toes, but I wear those when I go out to break
My tattoos and my cutoffs, they clean the mud off and I didn't even make
She's in West Palm, but she's a Bama girl, she got baby blues, but I couldn't have her daily
In Rock Bar with express cars, popping bottles hard like I'm stopping at a major
I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Road, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff blues and their flannel tees
You've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35's red clay down in PCB
But y'all fake y'alls, I got scholarships off of late docs
I was a rapper just for TikTok until I started catching in your hate on me
I like acoustic and I like trap out in Nolensville is where my mic's at
I'm a little different so the rappers know me, but you buckle bunnies don't like that
Skid truck, I just killed a big buck
Sipping on some good stuff, bump into some wood stuff
808's mixed up with the banjo, foreign wrapped in camo
I bet all of y'all fans know about Kijie
I was trying to find something I could be
Downtown Music Road, Tennessee
Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me
In the knockoff blues and their flannel tees
You've never been for where I'm from, so how do you know me?
I'm 35's red clay down in PCB