Upchurch, Jelly Roll - Running on Fumes lyrics
[Upchurch, Jelly Roll - Running on Fumes lyrics]
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago
A Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
(Damn) whatever it takes to get my
Ass past the levee (You know it)
Growin' up in my town
Fame was only on television
Now I got thousands of people checkin'
YouTube for how I'm livin' yeah, it's crazy
Back in high school we had
Flip phones we didn't use (True)
We blew up our mud trucks
Didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of
Them old school dudes (Ah yeah)
Plus the millennials hate me
I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water
With a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that Jelly Roll
And fuckin' Struggle Jennings too
I'm the son of the south
But Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to
Spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road
In a old school Caddy
A couple of baddies that like
To call me daddy
Hopin' that my dreams ain't runnin' on fumes
If they are well then fuck it
Let me roll a few
This that southern rock shit
Baby this that southern punk
And my middle finger's up
Like that motherfucker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up
I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are actin' tough
Bein' sweet as a buttercup
You fuckin' Dixie Chick
Listenin' metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a bad bisexual bitch
So get the fuck from 'round me
Actin' all extra and shit
From the city to the country
Even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there in '07
Flat with a few bowls
Lil' Daron took the charge may
God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch every
City that I go motherfucker
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road
In a old school Caddy
A couple of baddies that like
To call me daddy
Hopin' that my dreams ain't runnin' on fumes
If they are well then fuck it
Let me roll a few
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
Shit I'll take a Winnebago
A Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy
(Damn) whatever it takes to get my
Ass past the levee (You know it)
Growin' up in my town
Fame was only on television
Now I got thousands of people checkin'
YouTube for how I'm livin' yeah, it's crazy
Back in high school we had
Flip phones we didn't use (True)
We blew up our mud trucks
Didn't care about no damn views
I guess I'm what's left of
Them old school dudes (Ah yeah)
Plus the millennials hate me
I guess that's a plus too
'Cause I emerged from the muddy water
With a fuck you attitude
I grew up on that Jelly Roll
And fuckin' Struggle Jennings too
I'm the son of the south
But Nashville is my backyard
I guess I was destined to
Spit shit on guitars
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road
In a old school Caddy
A couple of baddies that like
To call me daddy
Hopin' that my dreams ain't runnin' on fumes
If they are well then fuck it
Let me roll a few
This that southern rock shit
Baby this that southern punk
And my middle finger's up
Like that motherfucker's stuck
I bet it'll shut 'em up
I'm strapped like I'm buckled up
The ones that are actin' tough
Bein' sweet as a buttercup
You fuckin' Dixie Chick
Listenin' metrosexual bitch
You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit
I'm the kind to get a bad bisexual bitch
So get the fuck from 'round me
Actin' all extra and shit
From the city to the country
Even Cheatham County knows
Got pulled over there in '07
Flat with a few bowls
Lil' Daron took the charge may
God rest his soul
So I still rep Antioch every
City that I go motherfucker
Open road, a Winnebago
A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go
Just hope that my dreams
Ain't runnin' on fumes
But if they are I'll let it
Run 'til the smoke blows too
I'm on the same old road
In a old school Caddy
A couple of baddies that like
To call me daddy
Hopin' that my dreams ain't runnin' on fumes
If they are well then fuck it
Let me roll a few
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