Jelly Roll, Struggle Jennings, Upchurch - Outlaw Classics lyrics

[Jelly Roll, Struggle Jennings, Upchurch - Outlaw Classics lyrics]

Ha ha hahaha y'all from Nashville
No, no, no i'm from the real Nashville
Ha ha hahaha

Native to Nashville, raised on the West Side
When Preston Taylor was the jungle
Rappers didn't mumble
Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped
You wore a muzzle
Street's had a code, we don't know you
We don't love you
Now I'm standin' in a crowd full
Of strangers in my city
With some kid from California
Singin' Conway Twitty in my feelings
'cause I'm feelin' like the
Villain in the 'Ville
To be real I don't recognize
Half the people here
There's a tear in my beer
Make a toast take a cheer
Live for the night, yesterday disappear
When they tore down my neighborhood
High rise condo
Friend's in high places, fly high Mondo

I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics

It's that tequila drinkin', coke sniffin'
Pill poppin', po pimpin', go get it
I'ma fuck around and leave with both women
Certified Nashvillains
Baby we don't catch feelin's
Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline
Fast livin' record label send the contract
I wipe my ass with it
Outlaws, no ass kissin'
Just like Johnny Cash did it
Yeah, this city we be goin' hard
Long before they named the bars
After country music stars
These scars tell them stories of
Them bar room brawls
The nights we stood in line to
Hit a line in bathroom stalls
Hit that Tiger Mart at 30
Deep on Friday night
We gon' cruise, holla at girls
And just ride all night

I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics

Son I was 17 years old still
Wet behind my fuckin' ears
Five deep in the primer Monte
Carlo bumpin' through the 'Ville
Country as a 'mater from the outskirts
Of this sketchy danger zone
All I knew was feedin'
Chickens, chasin' girls, and gettin' home
Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep
Now it's mini New York City with
A bunch of shiny teeth
Yeah, their running out of room
But dog I'm used to pushin' and shovin'
I dove in every bar from
Broadway to fuckin' DeMario
You ain't never seen a man with no
Legs jam out with the fiddle
You ain't never seen the witch with spoons
Get down and wet her whistle
You ain't never been surrounded by some
Rich kids up at Vandy
Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches
All the way to Campus West

I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics

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