Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll, Jesse Whitley - This Down Here lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wyte, Jelly Roll, Jesse Whitley - This Down Here lyrics]
If we don't believe you
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here
Hey country roads, gettin' blowed
I don't know which way to go
I ain't got nowhere to be
I'm following my radio
I'm still livin' on the edge
Gettin' my money out of bounds
Swervin' in and out of town
And I'm still bumpin' doubt me now
Back to the simple man life
I'm in the basics
The weed that we been blowin' was
Grown in my cousin's basement
And money to be made
Then I'm speedin' to get it
Everybody that I know is sellin'
Weed for a livin' on that Tennessee shit
So I'm doin' this for y'all
I speak with a southern drawl
Say no ma'am and naw
I'm travelin' the country sometimes feel
Like I ain't wanted
Never thought that I was country
Till I went to California
If we don't believe you
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here
Well I'm a sweet tea drinkin'
Cigarillo rollin' bad ass
Muddin' down a back road
Puffin' on some hash wax
You ain't ever met anybody
Quite like Lil Wyte, quite like Lil Wyte
I spend my winters on the road
And my summers in the country
Only hang around with good
People that love me
And that's the only thing that
Keeps my brain alright, my brain alright
'Bout to pop another pill
Bumpin' deal or no deal
Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill
And everything that we want
We gonna do tonight, do tonight
Tell 'em Jeffrey Whitley
If we don't believe you
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here
Hey country roads, gettin' blowed
I don't know which way to go
I ain't got nowhere to be
I'm following my radio
I'm still livin' on the edge
Gettin' my money out of bounds
Swervin' in and out of town
And I'm still bumpin' doubt me now
Back to the simple man life
I'm in the basics
The weed that we been blowin' was
Grown in my cousin's basement
And money to be made
Then I'm speedin' to get it
Everybody that I know is sellin'
Weed for a livin' on that Tennessee shit
So I'm doin' this for y'all
I speak with a southern drawl
Say no ma'am and naw
I'm travelin' the country sometimes feel
Like I ain't wanted
Never thought that I was country
Till I went to California
If we don't believe you
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here
Well I'm a sweet tea drinkin'
Cigarillo rollin' bad ass
Muddin' down a back road
Puffin' on some hash wax
You ain't ever met anybody
Quite like Lil Wyte, quite like Lil Wyte
I spend my winters on the road
And my summers in the country
Only hang around with good
People that love me
And that's the only thing that
Keeps my brain alright, my brain alright
'Bout to pop another pill
Bumpin' deal or no deal
Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill
And everything that we want
We gonna do tonight, do tonight
Tell 'em Jeffrey Whitley
If we don't believe you
Then we ain't seen you
Go around these old back streets
Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea
Let me make this clear
If you ain't rode down an old back road
With a open beer and a eighth of dro
Then you don't know a fucking
Thing about this down here