I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
I'm tryna keep it somewhere in between the lines
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are out
And keep my headlights pointed on this road at night
Ya'll been waiting on this. Now, what?
You say, "Colt Ford." They say, "Barbed wire."
Big jacked-up trucks and mud tires
Small-town boy with an empire
Build with skill and deep desire
Hard work y'all can't imagine
See them hats and boots. We changing fashions
Fire-breathing dragons could't stop me from getting it back
Independently
We flew the flag
Red, white and blue
Put on for Nashville how titans do
Stayed family friends
Didn't cuss too much
Now, it's thirty racks
When the bus pull up
I could build a house with stacks of paper
Boots exotic, alligator
Innovator, culture changer
Synonymous with country bangers
Wasn't overnight
Had to build a dream
Now it's Rolling Stone, Billboard magazine
Golf Digest, field and stream
"Platinum" hits, ten-billion streams
Never wait in line, when I'm at alders
Probably 'cause I'm with Aldean
Showed 'em all up, got a gang of haters
Now watch 'em close through my aviators
Big Colt
I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
I'm tryna keep it somewhere in between the lines
(Ride around the city in a black Cadillac)
(Yeah. Just like one of my country heroes)
(Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload)
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are out
And keep my headlights pointed on this road at night
(Yeah. Ride around the city in a black Cadillac)
(Yeah. Just like one of my country heroes)
(Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload)
Yeah. I come from the hill. Not the Cypress Hill
But the hill and the Alabama stars
But I'm as real as B-Real. Boy you better have faith in the hill
Like Tim McGraw
Been with the boys like bawitdaba
From Big Krit to Kendrick Lamar
You better do some research. Fuck a T-shirt
Give a bitch a knee jerk like aw haw
Aw haw, aw haw
Yeah. Kick a double entendre
In a two-ton truck in a Manuel suit
Yelling with the middle finger and a thumb up
Menopause motherfucker we go dumb
Menopause hit the "Rewind" button
I been on their neck
Like a button-up shirt all-the-way buttoned
This ain't Nickelback. Can't get a refund
This ain't a pickle back. I don't ever chance none
How could I chase y'all with the way that I run
When God made me, he should track me gwaan
I don't leave bread, I just leave crumbs
I left my trail on all my albums
Yeah. Jump in the Maybach with their shade glasses
That's just money off Pop the Truck
Punk
I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
I'm tryna keep it somewhere in between the lines
(Ride around the city in a black Cadillac)
(Yeah. Just like one of my country heroes)
(Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload)
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are out
And keep my headlights pointed on this road at night
(Yeah. Ride around the city in a black Cadillac)
(Yeah. Just like one of my country heroes)
(Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload)
