Say About Me (remix) (feat. Offset)

Chris Janson

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    Rolling stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
    Yeah, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
    See, I grew up in a single wide with a poster of kid rock
    And when you start out from the bottom, son
    You scream when you're on top
    From a muddy truck, to a shiny bus, to a twin turbo jet
    The odds are always stacked against me
    But there ain't nothin' stopped me yet

    'Cause I make money, I make music
    I got swagger and I use it
    Cowboy hat when I feel it
    Feather in the back, zebco reelin'
    Skip from a bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin', see how it hits me
    At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Uh, yeah, that's right, sing it

    See, I got the hottest woman that this world has ever seen
    And I married that girl on a farm in the country underneath a magnolia tree
    A couple years went by and a demo of mine hopped on the radio
    So we bumped it up to a master track and we took it out on the road
    And before I knew it, there was platinum records up hangin' on my wall
    And I thank God every day I'm a member of the grand ole opry, y'all

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    'Cause I make money, I make music
    I got swagger and I use it
    Cowboy hat when I feel it
    Feather in the back, zebco reelin'
    Skip from a bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin', see how it hits me
    At the end of the day, I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Alright, uh

    Offset
    I got the baddest bitch in the game (bad)
    Diamonds on her neck and wrist, make it rain (ice)
    I eat percocet, ease the pain (pain)
    Hate or you love it, I'ma pull up in a range (pull up)
    Trapstar, rockstar, you can hear it in the guitar
    Oh God, this a lambo, not a mopar ('par)
    Fishtail, doing donuts like a go-kart (skrrt)
    There go 12, hit the gas on a cop car (woo)
    On my soul
    I can tell when she looking for the gold
    On my soul
    I get the bag, then I'm out the back door
    Let the weed smoke blow
    While I'm on the balcony in the robe
    Black diamonds, it's a crow
    Get the bread, gotta get it by the loaf

    Skip from a bentley to a 350
    I wake up in the mornin' and see how it hits me
    At the end of the day I'm just a redneck boy in the hills of Tennessee
    And I was raised not to care what people say about me
    Alright

    We raised up on that hank jr 83, son
    Put your hands in the air, put your hands in the air
    Now somebody scream!

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    Composición: Chris Janson y Tommy Cecil

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