Made On McCosh Mill Road (2014)

• Made On McCosh Mill Road
• Lock Dem Hubs
• Past Is Practice
• Better Be Country
• Heart Of Georgia
• Okay Then
• Good Day
• Way Down South
• Pay Attention 

Made On McCosh Mill Road lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone)

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl

I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl

See I was made on McCosh Mill Road

Where the rowdy folks come from

And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking

We'll do pretty much, anything but run

The county line is the family line

I was made of the Georgia side

Venture into them Georgia pines

Find a whole lot more than Pines

Find a shine, find a different type of pine

Find the kind, they'll chop down and compress it

and address it up outta town

McCosh Mill, we that deal

Go on and bend that hat bill

Go on pop that chop and swig that, sit back, chill

Me and momma done turnt up

That wood pile get burnt up

Hot as hell but it's feelin like heaven to me

It sure does

Anybody thats anybody plus no body that's everybody

Knows about that Mill dog

Better ask 'em, they'll tell you bout it

That crowd is very rowdy

The beer is cold and the women hot

We came to have a good time tonight

But disrespect might get you shot

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl

I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl

See I was made on McCosh Mill Road

Where the rowdy folks come from

And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking

We'll do pretty much, anything but run

I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin like another Mill night

Mud hole marauders

That's how we living in real life

Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above that gravel

Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not dabble

Just drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke

Make it do what

Man what did you think, my folk was a joke?

Naw buddy that must be you

Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an epic event

In case they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again

We party like everybody just talk about how they party

Take a swig of that fire water just to get my day started

Born here, was made here, then stayed here, and Imma be buried

Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh Road cemetery

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl

I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl

See I was made on McCosh Mill Road

Where the rowdy folks come from

And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking

We'll do pretty much, anything but run

I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl

I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl

See I was made on McCosh Mill Road

Where the rowdy folks come from

And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking

We'll do pretty much, anything but run

Lock Dem Hubs lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

(2, 3, 4)

Lock dem hubs, buckle up

Crank them subs way up loud

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

And here I go, here I, here I go

Here I, here I go

Baby, watch me roll

Watch me roll down a very dirty road

In a muddy Chevrolet, baby, you already know

That I'm country boy cool with a legendary flow

And I could turn down, it ain't necessary though

So, I'ma elevate the noise

And drink a case of Miller just to celebrate the joys

Of knowing that they really hate the boy

'Cause it feels so great when you can tell that they annoyed

Poise, that's what I maintain

When I lock dem hubs and accelerate thangs

What thang? Any dang thang, mayne

Still watch me roll through LaGrange, can't change

Ain't that just so okay?

Been drinking since 11:30, what a day

And them subs cranked up so loud

That right about now, my eardrums wanna run away

Lock dem hubs, buckle up

Crank them subs way up loud

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

And here I go, here I, here I go

Here I, here I go

Baby, watch me roll

We havin' us a party in the wilderness

You better lock dem hubs if you wanna chill with us

Or them trails might be hard for you to navigate

Lost city slickers make coyotes salivate

Naw, dawg, I'm just giving you a hard time

Ain't nothin' going down but a jar of 'shine

And these country girls 'round here are fine

But don't worry 'bout her 'cause she all mine

I wouldn't take a million dollars for her

Wouldn't give a nickel for nothin' just like her

She's so thorough and she's so crazy

You'd rather lock up with a Bengal tiger

Now watch us roll outta control

Don't contemplate much, we just go

Crank them subs up, let 'em unload

Making love, doing 80 on a dirt road

Lock dem hubs, buckle up

Crank them subs way up loud

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

And here I go, here I, here I go

Here I, here I go

Baby, watch me roll

I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked

Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll

I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked

Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, baby

Lock dem hubs, buckle up

Crank them subs way up loud

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

And here I go, here I, here I go

Here I, here I go

Lock dem hubs, buckle up

Crank them subs way up loud

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

Now watch me roll out them hubs

Buckle up, crank them subs

And here I go, here I, here I go

Here I, here I go

Baby, watch me roll

Hahahahaha

Past Is Practice lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. JJ Lawhorn)

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

I was talkin' about the past the other night with my pops

And he said "Son we all got regrets all that we can do is accept that it's over learn from it and move on"

[JJ Lawhorn:]

He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on

You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song

You have to fight to urge to reminisce

You can push rewind in your mind

It ain't nothin' but a waste of time

Today's the day get past this

'Cause the past is practice

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

Another long night down in GA watchin' my whole life replay

Under my eye lids everything I did still rides with me these days

How could I let her love go how could I let my life get

This out of hand I'm talkin' bout the man this here is right where I sit

I was raised on deep southern values

Life treats you just like how you

Treat life, you better think twice

But if you blink twice it goes on without you

I'm sittin' here livin' in circles

Somehow I gotta turn it into a straight line

I know anything worth havin' takes time

But if patience is a virtue it ain't mine

I ain't ever been concerned with tomorrow

But yesterday visits me nightly

At the bottom of a glass just waitin' on my ass to tell me what might be

Had I cut it out sooner, or had I held on longer

Then I hear a voice in my head so clear

The past is practice it makes you stronger

[JJ Lawhorn:]

He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on

You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song

You have to fight to urge to reminisce

You can push rewind in your mind

It ain't nothin' but a waste of time

Today's the day get past this

'Cause the past is practice

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

I see now the blessin's the lesson

What's that sayin' what's that expression

Yesterday's history tomorrow's a mystery today is a gift that's why they call it present

I know that sounds good, when you're sayin' it to somebody else

But when it's your turn and your heart hurts it ain't really a whole lot of help

But it's like my pops says everybody's got regrets I guess

Try as you might, cry and fight it they ain't gon' change it so why stress

But we can change tomorrow, with a well played today

The lights are on and life goes on

Until it don't which makes you say

[JJ Lawhorn:]

He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on

You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song

You have to fight to urge to reminisce

You can push rewind in your mind

It ain't nothin' but a waste of time

Today's the day get past this

'Cause the past is practice

I mean the fact is there is no finer way to waste time

Than to be caught up obsession about the past

It's gone, it's gone forever move on love today

He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on

You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song

You have to fight to urge to reminisce

You can push rewind in your mind

It ain't nothin' but a waste of time

Today's the day get past this

'Cause the past is practice

Better Be Country lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

It don't matter if she's from up top

Listens to rock and roll or hip hop

And it's cool if she's smokin' hot

But hey, she better be country

Country is country wide, like the song said

I know a girl in Arizona with some long legs

She looks like Pocahontas on steroids

And she wild west, country fresh, yeah boy

I know another one in Montana, not Hannah

And she's totally into it, mind grammar

I got another one in West Hollywood

I love her though, she acts more Dollywood

Country is a state of mind and a state of heart

And they don't keep that locked inside a trailer park

'Cause every girl in the country ain't true to it

You wanna act cityfied, then move to it

I know one in Rochester

You should see her booty, man

God blessed her! (Hallelujah)

And she cooks like she oughtta be from Mayking

And she even puts grease with the eggs and bacon

It don't matter if she's from up top

Listens to rock and roll or hip hop

And it's cool if she's smokin' hot

But hey, she better be country

Even if she's from out west

Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS

And I love a hot Southern mess

But still, she better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She likes Kings of Leon and Drake

And every summer she's on the lake

Oh, somebody's boat gettin' tanned up

In a Instagram pic holdin' up a can up

Cold beverage, nope, don't stress it

Try and give her orders, she'll learn you your lesson

This ain't bye bye, she can be from Hawaii

Or Tennessee or anywhere in between

She's a country boy's dream in a two-piece

Becomes a one-piece when she has a few drinks

But don't get no disrespectful ideas

That country girl will leave you laying right there

It don't matter if she's from up top

Listens to rock and roll or hip hop

And it's cool if she's smokin' hot

But hey, she better be country

Even if she's from out west

Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS

And I love a hot Southern mess

But still, she better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

I see the beauty in every woman

But it ain't nothing like a country woman

And I know country ain't only Southern

The whole world is covered (with what?)

With beautiful daughters of working folks

That raised them right whether rich or broke

And I got married, but I really hope

You can find you one of those, let's go

It don't matter if she's from up top

Listens to rock and roll or hip hop

And it's cool if she's smokin' hot

But hey, she better be country

Even if she's from out west

Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS

And I love a hot Southern mess

But still, she better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

She better be country

Heart Of Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. D-Thrash, D-Ray)

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake

Everything I created sounds like the peach state

An I drink so much shine I can't even see straight

We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with

An ain't it obvious they should build a monument

way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments

A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho

Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone

Wouldn't you know I should have known Idaho is like my home

Bikers on harley d's hardly seems like I'm gone

But there ain't nothing like Georgia on a fall day

Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play

Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come on)

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning

Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat

I'm always clocking out late an getting no sleep

It's all I know, it's all I've done, it's how we do it out in the country where I'm from

Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits

An if your talking shit about us you better get

My hand's stay dirty, but I stay clean

I try to do it right if you know what I mean

I'm getting those checks I'm paying uncle Sam

I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail

My daddy worked hard, my mama did to

They always try to make sure that I knew

Bust yo ass and never make excuses

You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on

Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee

Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs

Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain

Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall

Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers

Were about as Georgia as peachtree street

Were about as Georgia as solid gold music

That's rap, yeah that's country

I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone

Church on Sunday, work on Monday

Mama can't get no wrong

My daddy always kept it 9 to 5

And worked his fingers to the bone

No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home

Come on, come on...

Okay Then lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

Ay, we go from can to cain't, that's a work day

Then we closing the bar like it's my birthday

But it ain't though, brother, it's just another night

Another Southern night, I'm so in love with life

Ol' Bubba might swerve up in the juke joint

Drink a few then we iterate a few points

One being not one of y'all could whoop me

And even though you ain't with me, girl, you should be

That's just the Bourbon talking, I apologize

I'm a humble guy, promise you it's not a lie

A country boy can't just survive, he gotta thrive

Not in 2014, that's the bottom line

I heard a lotta times we was nothin' but poor or white

Sanitation, congratulations, you were right

Okay then, buddy, you want a reward?

Then pucker up and smooch this, yeah boy

I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'

You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then

The muddy bottom is where I was raised in

You don't like it? Well, man, okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

You say I'm white trash? Okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

Well you can kiss my ass, okay then

I drink beer for breakfast like J.B

Is that a sign of a problem? Well, it may be

But I piss out greatness as a result

What's up? Them country boys, we up

Can you keep Bubba, will you just keep on?

Speakin on somethin' you should really leave alone

You don't like the country rap song, to each his own

Bubba don't need your thumbs up, he is grown

Just give me my Whiskey and hush it

This for my folks strictly, they love it

And I love them too, that's why I represent

For the muddy bottoms, boy, you gotta let us in

I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'

You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then

The muddy bottom is where I was raised in

You don't like it? Well, man, okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

You say I'm white trash? Okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

Well you can kiss my ass, okay then

So let me get this straight, you don't like me

I'm either too country for you or I might be

Not country enough, I'll tell ya, bud

Who gives a damn? It never was Bub

Let me get this straight, you don't like me

I'm either too country for you or I might be

Not country enough, I'll tell ya what, bud

Who gives a damn? It never was Bub

I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'

You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then

The muddy bottom is where I was raised in

You don't like it? Well, man, okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

You say I'm white trash? Okay then

Okay then, buddy, okay then

Well you can kiss my ass, okay then

I mean, all I'm sayin' is

Is it needs to be one or the other

It needs to be either country or rap music

Them two things, you can't mix 'em together

I ain't sayin' I like the boom boom stuff

I'm just sayin' it's how it needs to be

Good Day lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Lamar Williams, Jr)

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

This morning it was colder than a mother-in-law's love

But look at that sunshine the Lord brought us

My baby cooked a breakfast that was heavy on the hog

Now pushin' that Chevy through the early mornin' fog

And I'm thinkin', reflectin' on the blessings I'm collectin'

Just to live a simple life free of stress is my objective

Shit does happen but it's less than I expected

More times than not, so I guess it's 'bout perspective

My dog eats cow turds, it could always be worse

He could like my turds in the toilet, teeth first

My truck ain't new, but it's new-ish

Which wouldn't make a difference, the mud is an inch thick

And if my woman's talkin' then she's probably fussin'

About a lotta nothin', still we do a lotta lovin'

You gotta love it, every day's a good day

Just some are better than others, I guess you could say

[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]

Livin' every day like it's my birthday

'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in

I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night

And ain't nobody trippin'

Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer

My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

Pretty much every one of my friends drink beer

Until their piss is but their vision ain't clear

And the cats in my yard are seventh generations (Seventh generation)

Inbred, if six dead, then ten replace 'em

But today I'm just making the choice to love it all (Love it)

What's a couple flaws? That don't bother Bubba, naw

My co-workers is goin' berzerk, what the hell?

The bossman trippin' too, hey, it's just as well

Either way, I must prevail, a good day

Becomes a great day when your perception ain't gray

I may pray but after that, I gotta live it

Gotta help you help yourself, do not forget it

I bought a lottery ticket and won another ticket

That's how he gives you another day, do somethin' wit' it

If I open my eyes then I'm a success

Just blessed, I'm alive, so what's stress?

[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]

Livin' every day like it's my birthday

'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in

I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night

And ain't nobody trippin'

Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer

My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh

Livin' every day like it's my birthday

'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in

I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night

And ain't nobody trippin'

Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer

My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up

'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up

'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up

Way Down South lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kyle Cook, Danny Boone, Demun Jones)

We goin' way down, way down, way down south

We goin' way down, way down, way down

Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more

Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more

Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

We goin' way down

I'm a workaholic, alcoholic, everything-aholic

Hillbilly, bumpkin, whatever name you call it

My mama smokes Winstons and my daddy drinks wine

The Muscadine kind, and I love 'em, they mine

I got a big sister named Ginger that'll whip your ass

Quick, fast, this is something that you should know

We ain't just from down there, we're from out there

No newspaper, we ain't on their route, yeah

Yeah, country, no city water

No pizza, man, we didn't even get the order

But we workin', we ain't afraid of labor

When the works done, we wakin' up the neighbors

And they live a half a mile away from us

We crank it up louder, wishin' they would say somethin'

But, they wouldn't anyway, 'cause they on the way

Will we be alive tomorrow? We can only pray

We goin' way down, way down, way down south

We goin' way down, way down, way down

Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more

Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more

Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

We goin' way down

We comin' at you live from the bottom

Right-hand corner, 55° weather

But the summer like a sauna, man

You could cut the humidity with a husk of corn

(Country)

Damn skippy, can't wash it off ya

Hard-working daddy, mama mighty bossy

They don't like me runnin' with my buddy, Bubba

We be gettin' saucy

Like some good ole boys know to do 'round these parts

Whiskey sips got us fit to be tied

Pitching more than a hissy fit

Wide open spaces, out in the sticks

I'm in La Grange tryin' to holler at some dixie chicks

Don't get mad at me Natalie, I'm just tipsy as piss

We goin' way down, way down, way down south

We goin' way down, way down, way down

Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more

Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more

Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

We goin' way down

South

Way down, like Jones County

We candy cane, doin' it like it ain't

Lemme say it now, the replay on the rounds is Bubba, Danny and me

And we comin' to tear it down, and then we raisin' a banner

And we ain't takin' it down, we crankin' the music louder

We makin' it shake the ground and down and down

Hey, what you know about them loud-ass crackers, the gentlemen of the south

While we hangin' outta windows and ridin' 'round the town

In a black Duramax jacked way up off the ground

Smoke stacks, big grips, hips and bottle lifts

Drink bottles to the bottom 'cause we take big sips

And little bitty hips, but here that's a fact

Move your bottom, better get it together, now bring it back, y'all

We goin' way down, way down, way down south

We goin' way down, way down, way down

Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more

Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more

Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

We goin' way down

South

We goin' way down

South

Pay Attention lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Redneck Souljers)

Pay attention (Pay attention, pay attention)

Pay attention when I'm pullin' up at the traffic light

In that muddy Chevrolet, cooler full of Natural Light

Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Pay attention when I'm layin' down that 12 point buck

Then I skin him when I'm finished cook that tenderloin up

Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Pay attention when I'm talkin' I ain't into wastin' words

And a big country woman, that's wha Bubba K prefers

Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pay attention to me dominating a game of corn hole

While I'm drinkin' on a Natty colder than the North Pole

Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

Pay attention

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

Pay attention when my mama's fussin', she will slap you silly

And if you disrespect my brother, well then you'll just have to kill him

Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Pay attention to that mud hole, your truck will get so stuck

That you just abandon it, now wouldn't that just be your luck

Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

Pay attention to them large mouth we pullin' out the lake

And if we pass the catch limit that's a law we're 'bout to break

Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pay attention to me thankin' Jesus before I go to sleep

Then I'm beggin' for forgiveness. pray to Him my soul to keep

Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

Hey Bubba

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

[?] fast sack of that deer jerky

Slap 'er down on a biscuit with a bowl of grits

And a beer, ya heard me?

C Hubb is clearly hungry and if this ain't really country

Then quit your thinkin' dummy

Take a sip of the clear in this jar it'll leave you feelin' funny

We way out past the no trespasssin' signs

We got the grass, the shine, the country girls fat behinds

Damn near some mastermind, yup we can't be past the line

So get to waitin', here's some widdelin' sticks to pass the time

Coulda brought a little bit of smoke for me

I'ma get high as hell, and I got a little bit of shine with me

You mine as well count your blessin's

Did I forget to mention that [?] goin' off [?]

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard

Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?

We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs

Pay attention

We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt

Pain Management (2013)

• Bangin'
• Country Folks
• Ride Out Of Town
• Splinter
• Hairdresser Hot
• Right
• Getcha A Pull
• LaGrange
• Down Yonder
• Devil's Fire
• Wicked World 

Bangin' lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)

{"You-you-you got the blues"}

{"You damn-damn-damn sure got the blues"}

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Kick ass, quick fast, Bubba back

Where I was that sorry muh'fucker at

Everywhere we have on repeat

The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street

Part of there where dude by the Duvall

Man the fuck up, perservere through all

I don't wanna talk, give a fuck who calls

Oh it's momma, tell her I'll be there in eight

Just a big day, 100 K and live great

Headed this way Stumpy and D-Ray

Somebody gotta eat, might as well be

me and my seed, well B let's see

how quickly we can turn this kid

In the brand new verse I did

A lot more one time with a lot less

That life was a mess, this not stress

I can do this standin on my head

Them bitches end up wantin me for dead

But they should've used a cannon and the lead

So now it's my turn, tell 'em what I said

It's no such thing as fate, just what you make

It's no Tooth Fairy, just a toothache

It is a heaven though and it got a big gate

Saint Peter, meet my friend Ben Frank...

[Dan Rockett]

When I'm bangin on the gates of heaven!

When my TIME is heaven-sent!

Bangin on the gates of heaven!

Saint Peter come and let me in!

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Let me in the gate, nah I ain't on the list

I ain't got a hot pink band on my wrist

Probably got a lil' contraband in my piss

I ain't live my whole life plannin for this

I thumbed through the Bible, scanned the Quran

Not the most righteous man in the land

Hunted with the lions, ran with the lambs

My +Uncle+ raped me, that ain't natural Sam

We all got a story, most got a saga

Still hear the truth that's spoke by my father

Jim Beam sales has hope by the bottle

Life may suck but you don't gotta swallow

Love that man and his backwoods proverbs

Also love big tits or knockers

Even if they not hers shout to the doctor

Well Saint Pete, let us in, she gotcha...

[Dan Rockett]

Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!

When my TIME is heaven-sent!

Bangin on the gates of heaven!

SAINT PETER come and let me in!

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Oh yeah~!

E'rybody runnin everything and anything

E'rybody think they should be doin bigger things

Don't nobody wanna see it how it really is

Don't nobody really celebrate your big event

They just showed up hopin they can get laid

End up swingin dicks case, but in a bitch case

Make sure the T and A thing is in place

Then get shit-faced, daddy's little disgrace

Might make a mistake, might catch a big break

Either way she wanna infiltrate that big gate

Maybe heaven is a club that never shuts

down and the bill never has to be settled up...

[Dan Rockett]

Well I been rollin with the devil every chance I GET!

Now ya, see the shape I'm in

Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!

When my TIIIIME is heaven-sent!

Bangin on the gates of heaven!

Saint PETER come and let me in

Well I've been bangin on the gates!

Bangin on the gates, Lord

I'm bangin on, bang on the

Saint Peter, come and let me in

Ohhh, Saint Peter!

Country Folks lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone & Colt Ford)

[Chorus - Danny Boone:]

Country fried, baptized in gravy

Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya

No matter how far that highway goes

An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)

If you see it in their eye when they try to lie

If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind

Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high

For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)

[Bubba Sparxxx:]

I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land

And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man

Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan

And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)

He said we need to take it back to the root of it

I put on for the country, that's the truth of it

I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it

Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)

We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate

Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"

A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)

Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)

The generation of people that love 2Pac

And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks

Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared

Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah

[Chorus]

[Colt Ford (Bubba Sparxxx):]

See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while

It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile

Hollywood look good, full of fake friends

I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)

Time heals, one fell, one came up

Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up

A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em

They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)

So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate

Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)

Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait

Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx {Colt Ford}:]

E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)

Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)

And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)

We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}

We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)

Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)

Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)

This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)

Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though

You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go

12-pointer hangin right above the mantle

You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)

[Chorus]

Ride Out Of Town lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

[Intro]

Woo-WEEE!

Okay okay

I make a livin doin what the hell I wanna do

They still tellin you about it, I was showin you

In a black El Camino with a new señorita

and a chrome-plated nina, come see me (c'mon)

These young country boys wanna be me

But to be me, you gon' have to be me

And that's a hundred hour work week

pourin concrete dirt cheap, no that's not easy

Prayin in the moonlight tryin to do right

Please God, show me what it look like

Does it look like money? Does it look like Playboy bunnies?

How 'bout just money?

If not then it may not be funny

"Made in Georgia" tatted on my tummy

He told a joke when he said that's what he want

Cause really no he don't, I'm laughin cause it's funny

I pulled up with your sister Sunday

Pulled up with her bestie Monday

That's-that's-that's that dirt road mackin

Soak up these three lessons from me

(Here we go!) You was confused

You should be un-confused now

Hater get up on your horse

Get up on your horse and just ride out of town

[Chorus]

Turn it up, it's goin down

We gonna party when the sun goes down

If you ain't wit it, don't come around

Get on your horse and ride out of town

[Interlude]

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Get, get, get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Best around and blow me ten million dollars

Like it was your truckload, homeboy holler

And just as soon as I get another ten

I'ma make her head spin doin it again

I ain't that worried, I ain't concerned

Sat a few out, now takin my turn

Did what I did, got what I got

Should I be alive? Probably not

Probably still I honestly feel

like I'm for real a pretty big deal

Country and trill, 30-inch wheels

Back in this thang, that's what it is

I can get money, I can go broke

Either way it go I'ma be with my folks

Bubba ain't dead, y'all just scared

That must be why he ain't say what he said

What goes around comes right back around

Hater get up on your horse

Get up on your horse and just ride out of town

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Interlude]

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Get, get, get-get up!

[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]

[Outro]

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

(Ride outta town, ride outta town)

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

(Get on your horse)

Get-get up! (Ride outta town)

Splinter lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Crucifix)

The world is cold as a winter

And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]

I got a whole lot of issues that are unresolved

I went 2 weeks without seeing nobody, just my dog

His name is Blao, he's the closest thing to a child

I may ever have, I’m selfish as hell, why lie

Too self absorbed of relationships, still I try

From time to time to find me one for my life

And my patterns are hard for a decent woman to

Respect or accept, so whores I keep em' comin through

In the bed with a babbling bitch that loves me

And she bad it’s just some about it’s ugly

After we finish, I hate when she try to touch me

It ain’t her fault, that’s just me

I slowly weigh down, but I ain’t perfect though

Relapse is a record that I done heard before

And I’m no Marshall Mathers, I’m talking Andy Mathis

I’m talking deadly habits, it’s so sad and tragic

[Hook:]

The world is cold as a winter

And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter

I know I’m a sinner,

But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away

Cause I’m cold as the winter

And life done got up under my skin like a splinter

I know I’m a winner

But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today

[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]

I tried my best to be so good to some folks

The same people showed me betrayal up close

The flip side of that coin is I’ve been negligent

With a lot of my real friends I never meant

To let a day turn into a month and then a year

Without speaking to you, I know that it appears

I just forgot about y’all but really in truth

I forgot about me too, this igloo

I built around myself it’s so frigid

And it ain’t melting away, I don’t dig it

I know life is gone, I’m gon' miss it

It’s like it never was here, if you don’t live it

I think about the past and get so livid

What the fuck was you thinking, I don’t get it

You so capable, personality magnetic

Life could have been so good if you had let it

[Hook:]

The world is cold as a winter

And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter

I know I’m a sinner,

But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away

Cause I’m cold as the winter

And life done got up under my skin like a splinter

I know I’m a winner

But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today

[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]

I may not be the shit to you but where I come from

Them people love Bub, therefor I must just

Stay faithful, the lord got his hands on me

And you don’t hate me, you just don’t understand, homie

There from humble beginnings I saw limitless

Possibility, fear was my only nemesis

Along the way I forfeited my innocence

But that is ok, thank you lord

For all the pain, the affliction

It’s like a mirror in my face that I need to see

All my loss, my addiction

Showed me something that I really needed to know about me

It’s like a shape to me, you’re more than me

Killing this heart is controlling me

Though I’m out of control, you still order me

Folding me up inside your hands and the words don’t come

[Hook:]

The world is cold as a winter

And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter

I know I’m a sinner,

But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away

Cause I’m cold as the winter

And life done got up under my skin like a splinter

I know I’m a winner

But all I can do is pray, let me make it through the day

Let me make it through the day.

Hairdresser Hot lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. The Lacs)

[Chorus: The Lacs (Bubba)]

She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)

Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)

She cooks like her momma do, hammered drink Beam (Beam!)

She likes to leave her boots on, I love to make her scream (scream!)

She's been known to cause brawls, never pays for nothin (nothin)

Slips right through the law, touchy when she's buzzin (buzzin)

She's always up to somethin, I don't know about y'all but me (hey hey hey hey)

She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream

[Bubba Sparxxx]

My momma said, "That drama don't need it"

Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and

If you can keep it, you ain't gon' leave it

Neptune lookin boy, she ain't no Venus

Betty's so bad she don't need no tab

E'rything free that she throw back

E'ry dude here put a ring on that

But Betty ain't wit it, she'll veto that

She don't wanna ride nuttin, she wanna drive

Me and you, him and them, not about mines

A hotter country girl I really doubt you gon' find

Did a keg stand, baby now it's go time

Up top, round back, 'member how I found that new booty

Now "New Booty #2" to me

Hot like a hairdresser and she couldn't care lesser

Turn it up wherever, scared never

[Chorus]

[The Lacs]

Go hard, no charge

Skip to the front of the line, rock star

She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes

Anything less, she got time

Big city boy, big money man

Tryin to be slick, tryin to run game

Tease just enough to get free drinks

Then it's "By the way, I'm engaged"

(Damn) Dirty ass trick

by a chick that commit to blowin your mind

But your type just ain't her kind

Them country boys is what she like

Raised in the South, lil' cornbread fed

Big buck, big truck, and her tender legs

Hey, I'm on fire, gotta take a deep breath

She'll ride all night, she don't need no breaks

[Chorus]

[The Lacs]

She got that country swag, run lil' tags

Georgia boots and a camo bag

I'm talkin she fine as hell

Bad little Southern jezebel

She'll spend a hundred on her hairdo

Skull ring, don't let that scare you

Outlaw woman, what you think?

She only smokes when she drinks

She's a party star, runs the bar

Got a four-wheel drive and a little sports car

She hits the track, loves to ball

She rides on the back of a hog

She [?] when she's up in a bar

She loves to hear the sound of a screaming guitar

[Chorus]

Right lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Rodney Atkins)

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]

Boom Boom

Boom

Boom Boom

In a way it's the mistakes I make that let me know I'm livin'

A full assortment of feelings, baby I know I feel 'em

And most the time I'm feeling the way I feel

'cause I'm thinking the way I think, I'm living the way I live (so real)

And some lessons I learned with some I ain't concerned

And some of them do matter just gotta wait they turn

'Cause when the pain of staying the same outweighs

The pain of change I'll probably change my ways

[Hook: Rodney Atkins]

One of these days I hope I get this right

Put the puzzle pieces all together one time

Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind

Rolling slow and easy

One of these days I hope I learn my lesson

Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'

Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride

I just might get it right

[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]

Boom

Boom boom

Everybody know how to ride that horse 'til they own that horse

And it's bucking

They all would have did it like this should have did it like that til they get it like that

Nobody want to walk that walk and when they on that walk and need crutches

I Hope nobody give it right back

I Hope nobody did 'em like that

My pops is older now

And his life is slowing down

And he's still trying to get it right get it tight

'Cause what he's knowing now ain't nothing like what he thought

Ain't nothing like what I knew but what I know I think this life I love is so [?]

[Hook: Rodney Atkins]

One of these days I hope I get this right

Put the puzzle pieces all together one time

Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind

Rolling slow and easy

One of these days I hope I learn my lesson

Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'

Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride

I just might get it right

[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxxs]

Maybe when I'm eighty my baby's babies no longer babies

I will still be talking crazy 'bout the moral observations that I'm gonna be making

As soon as tomorrow sun is raising

And I can just appreciate the fact that it's been amazing

The puzzle pieces they fit together as God intended

He never asked my opinion he had just dropped me in it

I'm grateful I'm thankful I'm better for all of it

The good and the bad the indifferent, all of it listen

[Hook: Rodney Atkins]

One of these days I hope I get this right

Put the puzzle pieces all together one time

Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind

Rolling slow and easy

One of these days I hope I learn my lesson

Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'

Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride

I just might get it right

[Instrumental]

Getcha A Pull lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dirt Reynolds)

[Intro]

OWWWW!

Don't even matter to me baby

Well alrighty then

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I guess I just don't understand it, just ain't how it was made

You can't present it as love when it's undoubtedly hate

You can't be reckless, gon' bump it, think it's 'bout to be straight

When I look ya in ya face, this will not be the case (never!)

But I'm not a cage fighter, boy I'm simply a man

Had a plan to stack a hundred thou' and get me some land

And I did it one time, then I did it again (again!)

Did it 'bout a hundred mo' times, I promise ya can (you can do it!)

Got a 5-0-9 Merlin, baby it's purrin

At first it was roarin and my ride is not foreign

It was bought and paid for by not no snorin

Blew a whole lot of money and I'm fin' to blow more of it (get money!)

My girlfriend is made in America also (okay)

A mistress from Paraguay, and mine is from Oslo (okay)

I get 'em all together way out in the woods

And they get 'em a pull, and I get me a pull

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]

I got that asshole motor sittin under my hood

C'mon get you a pull, get'cha get you a pull

All the country girls they wanna know how good do I do it

I tell 'em get you a pull, baby get you a pull

Yeah buddy flexin hard, I really wish that he would

C'mon get him a pull, buddy get you a pull

The whole world can be yours dawg, I promise it could

Just gotta get you a pull, gon' get you a pull, woo!

Get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby

Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss

Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby

Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Oh yeah, hey

I ain't even slightly concerned with negativity

They talk and they talk and they talk, it never gets to me

I stay surrendered to God's will, that's my boss

So you can talk your lil' mouth off - brother (ha ha!)

It's none other than Bubba K from LaGrange (LaGrange)

Or Trap County to be exact, we run thangs (run thangs)

I done thangs to re-arrange the rap game (rap game)

The country lane, we doin the same thang mayne (c'mon!)

I never wanted your girl to become smitten dude

When she was kissin me, bet she was missin you

Yeah she was feelin it, and I was in the mood (what then?)

We never even made a song, couple interludes (ha ha!)

We had to get us a pull, you know the ritual (yeah yeah)

Then I walked on the stage and straight get into it (yeah yeah)

A couple thousand they screamin, they tryin to get a pull

So I give it to 'em, I had to give it to 'em (woo!)

[Chorus]

[Dirt Reynolds]

They wanna know what I got under my hood

Motor geeked up like I got blow in the fuel

Yeah, flow cold better get you some wood

Only wishful thinkin I'm doin is wishin you would

Boy, I came to win and don't care how I do it

Jump in the ring with a bull, scare it up out the woods

With no description or a fingerprint they know I'm that dude

Got 'em scared, rappers see me they attempt to elude

At the party I'm that dude who took a piss in the pool

Me and Bubba in the mud again with shit on our shoes

When my money be talkin, I can see 'em get scared

Got the lil' chick overseas, I'm havin foreign affair

Yeah, ay, I'm livin life like I struck oil

Matter fact, I'm thinkin 'bout inventin in the Cowboys

Supply the whole trap with cocaine cause it full up

They see me gettin money so they wanna get a pull of

[Chorus]

LaGrange lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I was, livin small, dreamin big, inconsiderate

of what they said a country boy could never represent

I might as well have said I wanted to be an astronaut

Pluto is doable, bein a rapper's not (what?!)

I've tried to listen but I ain't hear a damn thang

Sacrifice or regret, pick your path mayne

With either path comes pain but with sacrifice (what)

The pain is temporary (what) regret, that's for life (oh)

I ain't proud of a lot of what I had to do

In survival mode (damn) I kept my Bible clothes

But God's gotta know, my heart was never not

aligned with His will, my mind was hell-ish hot

It's His goal, when it's wrong then He'll tell me stop

If it's too right; well then a few nights

I stayed up, no sleep, just a heartbeat (what else?)

And some tear drops; but momma feared not

I'm comin home

[Chorus 1: Dan Rockett]

Take me back home to LaGrange

Walk me down that country lane

Where the air is clean

The sun upstairs is calling my naaaaaaaame

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I mean I just gotta say

It is the way it is man

The things have changed

And not necessarily for the better, you know?

They ain't fightin out here no more, no more

They got guns and they know for, know for

No hundred G's so dear of course, of course

Nobody wins in war except the morque

My hometown is different, from how I remember it

We never was innocent, but killin is senseless

The world is a battle zone, not just the Middle East

Not just big city streets, LaGrange is a little beast

Still it's my home though, you only get one of those

I owe it respect no matter what change it undergoes

Makin the muscles shows, people'll evolve

For better, for worse, bless and a curse, I need y'all

So I'm right back here, I swore if I ever left

I never would return, it feels like I never left

Never say never, is the lesson

The destination's the journey in what you make it

Okay

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2: Dan Rockett]

Take me back home to LaGrange

Walk me down that country lane

Momma open up your door

The Southern son is comin home to staaaaaaaay

[Instrumental]

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Outro: Bubba]

I'm comin home...

Comin home

I said I'm comin home

Down Yonder lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4NI)

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx {I4NI}]

Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns

And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)

I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads

Now let me tell ya about where I'm from (where you from boy?)

{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby

Where we screamin "eye for an eye" (i-yi-yi)

{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby

We don't die, we multiply (i-yi-yi)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Yeah, ahh

We descended from a long line of renegades

From dirt roads to two lanes to interstates

From share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks

We came a long way baby, you gotta get up

The New South, the old struggle, the new hustle

The money come, if you nurture it you'd do double

The whiskey flows, we guzzle it, and hunt trouble

We had a problem I'd let you know it, it wasn't subtle

We send them big trucks way up in the air

And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair

My boys and dem boys really don't compare

Country boy, city slick, get it anywhere

Over there, down yonder, no that ain't thunder

Big block, loud pipes, 808 drummer

Sour diesel, easin on up out the sunroof

Coors Light all blue, what it do fool?

[Chorus]

[I4NI]

Now let me talk to 'em, paint 'em a visual

They're seein one way not usin they peripherals

See it how I see it, walk in my shoes

And if the shoe fits then wear it cause I'm talkin to you!

Yeah, don't play with them boys, I'm tellin you right now

It's more than just music, that's really the lifestyle

Big ol' trucks, replace the hubcaps

Mickey Thompson tires equipped with the mudflaps (yeah)

Sittin jacked up, and if you act up

Big ol' guns, and a whole lot of backup

So don't pull it 'less you're gonna shoot it

City slick but still country rooted

I'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder

All about the family, loyalty and honor

By any means we defend our perimeter

Party all night and go have lunch with the senator!

[Chorus]

[I4NI]

Yeah, Chevy sittin high lookin like I'm grave-digger

Overtime in the game I get paid quicker

And my people with me, all of them are made figures

And we don't run, so don't play with us

Winchester in my window, that's my .30-30

Better watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty

We grow a little grass, we have a good time

We ferment the mash, here have some moonshine

Fill up your glass, and just sip it slow

Now do-si-do, if you don't know it this is how it goes

You grab lil' mama by the hand and just hit the flo'

And get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (yee-haw!)

I keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin out my stereo

We good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go

So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I

Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply

[Chorus]

Devil's Fire lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Daniel Lee)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Some days I'm older than pa, some days I'm 21

Some days I'm infantile, but that's only when it's fun

Sometimes I'm momma's baby, sometimes I'm momma's pain

But I'm always God's son even when I'm inside the flame

I had to tell Bubba, "Stop fuckin with Andy, please

You see he's just tryin to live, and salvage what sanity

is left," every breath is humility versus FUCK y'all

Strapped on my big boy shit, and stood up tall

We came a long way from houses with dirt floors

to country boy turf wars, and this music ain't yours

All that I got to give 'em is everything that I gave

But they gave me nothin but pain, respect I have to take!

And tell me what is fake, I'm fuckin unfamiliar

Say what I mean, mean what I say, I have a plug to filter

Perhaps I feel the heat, maybe the flame engulfs me

But you will not sit on the fence about me, hate or love me!

[Chorus: Daniel Lee]

Standin in the devil's fire

Loadin up the furnace with black coal

I'm standin on a tight rope wire

Over the void that fills my soul

I'm burnin aliiiiive

In flames of desire

I'm standin in the devil's fire...

I'm standin in the devil's fire...

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Yeah yeah we all know, I fucked off a shitload

of money and did mo', dope in a fish hole

We all know I'm washed up, we all know it's been over

We know I can't get sober - anything else?

Oh yeah, Timbaland don't fuck with me no more

He's fed up with me of course, I still love him, he's my boy

The only thing I do know on some days is keep goin

Keep bustin, keep flowin, I'm somebody's hero and

the great thing about life is as long as you got it you got a

chance to do somethin about the room full of doubters that's crowded

I need to know they there, they are so vital to me

As long as they can boo-hoo, I know that I can do me!

The warmth of the devil's fire has me come uncovered

Through it all I call it caused but what it wasn't, was it?

It keeps me up and runnin, the past is the cold

The stove's the furnace of my soul, WHOA!

[Chorus]

[Daniel Lee]

Standin in the devil's fire

Burnin out the soul that bears my shame

In the kingdom of thieves and liars

If I could just go back again

I'm all out of looooove

And the flame's burnin higher

I'm standin in the devil's fire...

I'm standin in the devil's fire...

Wicked World lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)

[Bubba Sparxxx]

There's no midnight train, no jet plane

No speed boat to usher in a hope

It ain't enough dope in the state of Idaho to make her feel whole

It ain't a strong enough rope to hold the weight of her soul

The love in her heart has slowly departed

and the seeds of her deeds became the loneliest harvest

She replays those moments like doin it enough

might somehow change the past and reshape the present

It was 11:11 on August the 4th

when the GPS of life forever altered his course

And all the time machine dreams, and all the remorse

in this world and forty more, couldn't heal up the sword

[Chorus 2X: Dan Rockett]

She's livin in a wicked world

What a wicked world

She's livin in a wicked world

What a wicked world she's livin in

[Bubba Sparxxx]

She just wanted attention

She was dependent on it cause as a child she was showered with it

It don't matter how she get it, hit her, or hit her

with the dick or the fist, her own brother used to try to kiss her

...Not like on the cheek

Like at night when she was tryin to sleep

Maybe she kissed him back on occasion

She was a real party favor

You couldn't hardly make her pick one

Tonight all the boys havin big fun

But soon the eagerest beaver looks in the mirror and sees her

Odder this become fun girl fodder, got her

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]

She settled down to escape a duplicate of dad

A quaint suburban pad, and soon the two had had

their own seed, a reflection of her is full speed

In the bless it's as if the girl had made a wish

And God granted it, happiness busy plannin it

But uh-oh, girl's night, Friday night, she's hammered and

Thinkin 'bout the fact that she's still only 23

And plus, Lilly may not really be Billy's, she

in truth could belong to a multitude of dudes

More lies to disguise the ugly truth in you

She goes home to inform them the ensuin storm

Leaves her and lil' Lilly to momma's

and poppa's, aww naw, this is hard y'all

"Can you watch her tonight mom, cause pa's off

And me and him and Jim and Ben are hittin Nitro

DJ Tiësto is spinnin, but just tonight though"

Of course tonight turns into a week with no call

And then she finally shows up to find her clothes all

packed up, so is Lilly, and all that dad says

is "I done raised my kids, that's it"

So her and Lilly trudge over to pa's crib, but

he ain't havin it, "Nope, suck a dick slut"

They crash-landed in Cali as a true train wreck

You'd think the party was over, but it ain't yet

Her and Lilly, the queens of the city, day and night

Don't even sleep, two hearts beat, but it ain't of life

Then one day Billy calls and he's been contemplatin

the life he had with his favorite girls, the conversation

goes well for a spell, but then the chat turns

to meetin up, gettin somethin to eat, he had earned

a little extra money workin on the weekends

"Let me talk to Lilly-bug" - she ain't his really, what?

[Chorus]