Anthem

I've been riding around with the stars to look at cause I've been through the struggle

And never looked back

Country side, I'm in my truck so you know I'm bumpin' Waylon Jennings, or Johnny Cash

Turn it up to the max, no police sirens around cause they know the tags

Yeah, they expired, so what I'm drivin, daring someone to come tread on these tracks

I'm anywhere but between, the higher I get, the more jealous they seem

Lookin' like I'm on a level where they get a shovel and try to dig dirt up by any means

Fuck do you mean? I've been underneath, still playin' dirty outside with the mud on my jeans

That's part of my genes, D.O.B. date of birth, for the record, bitch, I write what I bleed

I rightfully speak for these country boys, treadin' these tires all the way to hollers and creeks