Country Stuck

Got some mud down the boots from these country roots

So I boogie when I scoot and I hit em when I shoot

I ain't talking bout the liquor when I say I hit the goose

When I hit em on the move make em whistle like a flute

Finger on the trigger and my chamber is the truth

They love you undercover but they hate you in the nude

They treat you like a cow, man, it's all about their mood

They never took a shot so they hoping that you lose

I'm proud of where I grew, from the jungle's of the creek

Or a city never sleeps, it ain't always what we see