Nashville Lyrics

Fwoo (Yeah)

We not in Zanies yet

Pull up on they punk ass early

Fuck it, I do my set

Pfft (Shit) (Fuck)

I'm the bruiser now

Pull up on them pussies

We riding round

Yeah, this music town

Best you know your place buddy

Meld to fit the form of these

Different states, Yuppy

Shit I find it funny

Try to fill one spot and

You still come off as bummy

The power in your words

It's really something, like

Sike bitch!

They ain't hear shit

They ain't hearing none of this

I'm a pussy!

You wanna read my lyrics?

Quit your loathing

Don't blame me

It's in the coding

Play the game to hide your flaws

Until they sure as shit are showing

It keeps going (Uh!)

This shit starting to make sense

(Haha) Ayy it is what it is

Driving, talking, living nomadic

Young Buck holding up traffic

This shit starting to make sense

(Haha) Ayy it is what it is

Driving, talking, living nomadic

Young Buck holding up traffic

(Pussy!) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

(Ha, okay!) This what we doin?

(Little bitch!) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

(Ha, okay!) This what we doin?

Feel them walls crumbling around me

While I'm chilling getting sound sleep

Feel them walls crumbling around me

While I'm chilling getting sound sleep

Stupid motherfucker try to stop me now

You won't talk me down

Talk me down

Talk me down

Talk me down

I'm like whoa

Look at me go

Back of the van cause the kid got goals and

You can't even come

To my sold out shows

Cause right now I make these tracks on

The side of the road