Andy Mineo - Anything But Country.mp3 (break beat_no trap version) lyrics
Andy Mineo [Andrew Aaron Mineo] Syracuse, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Andy Mineo - Anything But Country.mp3 break beat_no trap version lyrics]
Look, as a kid I just wanted to fit in
So I did whatever the crowd did
And one day I asked this girl at school
That I thought was cute, "Ayy
What you listening to?"
She said, "I like everything
You know everything except country" "Me too"
And I ain't never gave it a shot
But they said it was wack
So I figured it's true
Fast forward twenty years later
You might catch me bumping Kenny
Rogers in the player
I got a little older, formed my own opinion
Stopped lettin' other people do
My own thinkin' sometimes I wonder how many
Things I've passed by
And even passed judgement 'fore I
Gave it a try
So I keep an open mind, no exceptions
Man, I'm going country, I hope
You get the message, yeah (Uh)
I know you heard this before
Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B
Is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me
Uh they gon' love me when I
Pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha) ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
I think you might like you some country
(yeah) ooh ooh ooh
What if you end up likin'?
Well, I grew up in a home
Where my father wasn't in the home
So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend
My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him
Capiche? (Ha) i remember speaking in detail
But only got football and females
A girlfriend? He asked if I had one
And if so, never bring home a Black one
"It must something wrong with them"
Well, that's what I thought back then
I wonder what his parents taught him
The irony is the closest thing I had
To a dad was a black man
They say don't judge a book by it's cover
And never judge a man by his skin
And never judge a song by it's genre
Our hearts are the monsters that
We should really fight against
But it seems like–
I know you heard this before:
Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B
Is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me
Uh they gon' love me when I
Pull up to this party
Bumping country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
I think you might like you some country
Ooh ooh ooh what if you end up liking?
You might see me bumping Kenny
Rogers in the player
So I did whatever the crowd did
And one day I asked this girl at school
That I thought was cute, "Ayy
What you listening to?"
She said, "I like everything
You know everything except country" "Me too"
And I ain't never gave it a shot
But they said it was wack
So I figured it's true
Fast forward twenty years later
You might catch me bumping Kenny
Rogers in the player
I got a little older, formed my own opinion
Stopped lettin' other people do
My own thinkin' sometimes I wonder how many
Things I've passed by
And even passed judgement 'fore I
Gave it a try
So I keep an open mind, no exceptions
Man, I'm going country, I hope
You get the message, yeah (Uh)
I know you heard this before
Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B
Is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me
Uh they gon' love me when I
Pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha) ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country
Ooh ooh ooh (yeah)
I think you might like you some country
(yeah) ooh ooh ooh
What if you end up likin'?
Well, I grew up in a home
Where my father wasn't in the home
So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend
My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him
Capiche? (Ha) i remember speaking in detail
But only got football and females
A girlfriend? He asked if I had one
And if so, never bring home a Black one
"It must something wrong with them"
Well, that's what I thought back then
I wonder what his parents taught him
The irony is the closest thing I had
To a dad was a black man
They say don't judge a book by it's cover
And never judge a man by his skin
And never judge a song by it's genre
Our hearts are the monsters that
We should really fight against
But it seems like–
I know you heard this before:
Rap is for the gangsters
Country's for the cowboys, R&B
Is for the ladies, not true
If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me
Uh they gon' love me when I
Pull up to this party
Bumping country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
Why don't you give it a
Try? You might like country ooh ooh ooh
I think you might like you some country
Ooh ooh ooh what if you end up liking?
You might see me bumping Kenny
Rogers in the player