Chucky V, Upchurch - Wayback lyrics

Wayback, wayback

I'm sippin' whiskey and gin in
Music City with my kin
I'm sure they steady talkin'
But I ain't listenin'
I just lift my glass and grin
Takin' cheers to all my friends
And to them people stuck outside you should
Have been with me back when
Now I'm makin' moves I coulda never imagined
This is bigger than me
It seems I've woken the dragon
There's no stoppin' it now
Whatever's happenin' happens
If you're along for the ride
I suggest you get strapped in

This is the same Nashville
(Nashville, Nashville)
With that new Music City feel
(City feel, city feel)
That sound that brings back chills
It takes you wayback, wayback
(Wayback, wayback, wayback)
This city fuels my fire (My fire)
It never sleeps even though it's tired
Same old song just a different writer
It takes you wayback, wayback (Wayback)

Yeah that Nashville feel what they
Know about The Nations?
Cruisin' 51st at Laverte's for a
Pack of them Swishers
Parked out front of H&H Market while
You roll it and spark it
Watchin' for Metro blue lights and a
Guy just tryna rob ya
Shit, I burned up every street from
New York Ave to Charlotte Park
Every backroad in Cheatham County
At midnight after dark
But there's somethin' 'bout
These dingy streets
That gets my adrenaline pumpin'
And grabbin' my pistol at every stop
Sign I come in front of
Shit I don't know that it is
I guess a trait of Music City
So when I'm rollin' down Morrow Road
In that all black GT
Just know you'll prolly passin' by us
In our own damn city
And we know how to get down in
The land of the nitty gritty bitch

This is the same Nashville
(Nashville, Nashville)
With that new Music City feel
(City feel, city feel)
That sound that brings back chills
It takes you wayback, wayback
(Wayback, wayback, wayback)
This city fuels my fire (My fire)
It never sleeps even though it's tired
Same old song just a different writer
It takes you wayback, wayback (Wayback)