Cocky
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There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)
There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)
2 tone but I'm well known to go ride alone with my sins
I got to take a left and pick up what I left and take another left oF right hands
Blend in with the best of men to drive on by with the bowtie smokin' on your residence
I'm relevant to settle in my hand depends my hand to pen I got to feed my kin
Country riding autopilot one lane road
Got the keys up in my pocket in my genes Allen Coe
Lone rider through the country hills of riding at home
Pay the dues and give it back to what we call country gold
Shifting gears like a five speed y'all behind me to try to take the lead
I'm a big dog with a bite of greed never burn the clutch I supply the teeth
Let it replay through your disc tray let me demonstrate to get you up to the speed
Locked up you got a p-p-popped clutch hitting pothole's skipping beats
On the drive home leave your mind blown cause I ride alone camouflage my scene
Mile road got a mild cold from the area code I'm fluent through sneeze (attchu)
Looking to season it right through don't apologize and try to follow my lead
I'm true, got blues, make room I'm 2 toned country living something you don't do
There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)
There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)
Twisting the top off the pickle jar, mason glass, sweet and tart
Mr. Miyagi to clean the parts of a low tide hang it up for art
Hand washing till the cycle burns till the shoulders hurt, a refined start
Rough rider through the countryside with the 3 of us how we, Earnhardt
Glass stained the driveway to maintain with the grid on a two tone grade
I paint with my pain as long as I can hold up high the weight I paved
Rag-top on the black top leaving black spots with the tread I lay
Smoking tires with the black betty I don't think they're ready with the current of wave
2 tone country riding get out the way
Call me back to the bone, I got my Wayne tucked away
34 around the waist, Hidden Valley to weigh
Ranch house, for my property to lock up the gate
There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)
There's nobody, (oh yeah turn me up)
Midnight riding, (2 toned buckle up)
Wheels like Bonnie, (okay now throw it up)
Say I'm too cocky, (so turn me up, turn me up)