Upchurch - Carolina Sqwat lyrics
[Upchurch - Carolina Sqwat lyrics]
Look at my truck (It looks like it's broke)
Naw, it ain't fucked up (What the hell?)
Everybody's doin' this
(Nobody's doin' that, Jesus)
Dagburn, ur-ur-ur-ur-ur
It's hard to see stuff over my dash
(What is that?)
But I'm gettin' way too much hometown ass
Thirty air fresheners, I'm gaggin' in here
Every scent from last year
On my rearview mirror
Yeah, I park at Food Lion
Rev my truck up at strangers
I look like Billy Ray Cyrus
Snorted a line of danger
Wheel lights so bright you'd think
My rig was uranium
Big mullet danglin' off my Alabama cranium
My truck is like a female
At a big field party (Hey girl)
Squatted in the bushes
And retarded-lookin' prolly
Dagburn, tell a hater, "Wait your turn"
I don't like Whistlin Diesеl
He tore up my dream truck
John Gobby in thе lobby
Pullin' up in frog squatty
Cop said, "What you lookin' at?" I said
"Not an astronauty"
Constellation in my window
Bob Lazar would like it prolly
Got so many tickets for my tint
John Cena's on my license
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
I don't care what my dad says
My truck ain't broke (It's not)
Facebook Marketplace, one grand O-B-O
O-B-O, I got the mirrors with the tows
So I could pull a tractor
Like a Luke Bryan song
Sumabitch, get the nuts on the hitch
CB antennae
That's for looks, not hooked up to shit
But don't tell nobody that's a secret
Like the spot I took a picture
Last week with my truck
Down in the creek bed
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
On the highway, I can't go over seventy-five
Why? A country boy's tryin'
To stay a-fuckin-live, guy
Last time I did it
It was jerkin' side to side
And the chick ridin' with me said
"I think I'm gon' die"
My truck turns her off and on
Shitty McDonald's wifi
Painted all the vents
The smell inside gets you high
Carolina Sqwat, Instagram on the back glass
Thanks to Whistlin Diesel
With traffic I get backlash
Gobby it's your fault, Whistlin Diesel
I'm filin' a charge on you
Naw, it ain't fucked up (What the hell?)
Everybody's doin' this
(Nobody's doin' that, Jesus)
Dagburn, ur-ur-ur-ur-ur
It's hard to see stuff over my dash
(What is that?)
But I'm gettin' way too much hometown ass
Thirty air fresheners, I'm gaggin' in here
Every scent from last year
On my rearview mirror
Yeah, I park at Food Lion
Rev my truck up at strangers
I look like Billy Ray Cyrus
Snorted a line of danger
Wheel lights so bright you'd think
My rig was uranium
Big mullet danglin' off my Alabama cranium
My truck is like a female
At a big field party (Hey girl)
Squatted in the bushes
And retarded-lookin' prolly
Dagburn, tell a hater, "Wait your turn"
I don't like Whistlin Diesеl
He tore up my dream truck
John Gobby in thе lobby
Pullin' up in frog squatty
Cop said, "What you lookin' at?" I said
"Not an astronauty"
Constellation in my window
Bob Lazar would like it prolly
Got so many tickets for my tint
John Cena's on my license
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
I don't care what my dad says
My truck ain't broke (It's not)
Facebook Marketplace, one grand O-B-O
O-B-O, I got the mirrors with the tows
So I could pull a tractor
Like a Luke Bryan song
Sumabitch, get the nuts on the hitch
CB antennae
That's for looks, not hooked up to shit
But don't tell nobody that's a secret
Like the spot I took a picture
Last week with my truck
Down in the creek bed
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat no A
C in here but I like a sweaty butt
Carolina, Carolina, Carolina Sqwat
Dip in the door, tampons in the glovebox
On the highway, I can't go over seventy-five
Why? A country boy's tryin'
To stay a-fuckin-live, guy
Last time I did it
It was jerkin' side to side
And the chick ridin' with me said
"I think I'm gon' die"
My truck turns her off and on
Shitty McDonald's wifi
Painted all the vents
The smell inside gets you high
Carolina Sqwat, Instagram on the back glass
Thanks to Whistlin Diesel
With traffic I get backlash
Gobby it's your fault, Whistlin Diesel
I'm filin' a charge on you