Small Town Blues Lyrics

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind

Hate being stuck

in this small town

All the people suck

N' all so clowns

Stuck in this jail

Singing small town blues

All scared to fail

So they'll sit around n use

N I'm not evil

For wanting to move away

But for the people

That helped me along the way

I'll pay my dues

N cherish our past

I had to choose

I had to do the math

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind

You can call me depressed

Can call me stressed out

But I still press

Cause I rap so profound

Not here to impress

Make a scene, or shout

Never will I rest

Or will I slow down

Never plant a seed

Right before a drout

But I say see

But with God it'll sprout

Never rapped for greed

Or even the clout

But I stay G

And I'll never bow down

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind

Even with my friends

And these good times

Lifes still a mess

And I've lost my mind

They treat my silence

As some kinda crime

But I confess

I been on my grind