HARDY - SOLD OUT lyrics
Hardy [Michael Wilson Hardy] Philadelphia, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[HARDY - SOLD OUT lyrics]
Gold records on the sheetrock
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I could buy a Maybach
But I'm still in my F-150
And my last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things changed except one thing, me
I'm still the same old redneck fuck
Don't give a damn
Ain't afraid to throw a dead
Buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky, buddy
That's right i don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal
On my half-time (yeah)
Keep your in-crowd, I'll be the outcast
I'll be country 'til I'm dead
That's on my last name
My last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things changed
But if there's somethin' you
Should know about me
I'm still thе same old redneck fuck
Don't givе a damn
Ain't afraid to throw a dead
Buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
(yeah)
Yeah, wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky
'til I'm gone and dead
44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky
'til I'm gone and dead
44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I could buy a Maybach
But I'm still in my F-150
And my last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things changed except one thing, me
I'm still the same old redneck fuck
Don't give a damn
Ain't afraid to throw a dead
Buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky, buddy
That's right i don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal
On my half-time (yeah)
Keep your in-crowd, I'll be the outcast
I'll be country 'til I'm dead
That's on my last name
My last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things changed
But if there's somethin' you
Should know about me
I'm still thе same old redneck fuck
Don't givе a damn
Ain't afraid to throw a dead
Buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
(yeah)
Yeah, wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky
'til I'm gone and dead
44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out
Yeah, middle finger to the sky
'til I'm gone and dead
44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out