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Bluegrass Stain'd
Anthony Hamilton
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Nappy Roots, Mark Ronson
Gotta see your ass clean up, grinnin' when we eat good
Bag full of reeks up, flappin' in a Fleetwood
Women stay in my bed 'cause they gone off weed
But my eyes are pretty red 'cause I'm gone off weed
Really now, we really now, chase a field with a feel
Runnin' out of alcohol, another trip, another feel
Lit up like a Christmas tree, smellin' like a Christmas tree
Might as well tell your country boys love the greenery
Kittles in the kitchen, keep minds on what it's simmerin'
And brewin' up, catch us with our eyes closed, screwin' up
Doin' bad, hunnid front, doin' bad, hunnid front
The weed joint, lookin' for a bigger bag, what you know about that?
What we have here is a failure to communicate
I mean we need everybody gettin' down
Cross town, downtown, out of town, just get it goin'
I got 35 dimes, headed back cross the county line
Contraband, cornbread, apple and a bottle of swine
Born and bred, don't move fast, all we know is bluegrass
What the hell you talkin' 'bout? We laid back and groovy
We movin' at the speed of life off Mary Jane and grandma
Hit a bump and pass out and probably wake up 'round tomorrow
Anybody ballin' hard, what goes up bound to fall
Gettin' off the roof, Jager by the bottle, go to war
We the folks, we feel no shame (Ain't no shame now)
We the folks now
We the folks, no point, no fame (No point, no fame)
Take a toke just to maintain (Smoke out now)
Leavin' y'all with bluegrass stains (Bluegrass stains)
I'm on some old Bud Light shit
Weedman ain't never sold dubs like this
I ain't never know the love like this
I'm blessed, best wishes, hugs and kisses
We love the kids and it goes a little something like this
Treasure life, health, sight, breath
Take light steps, right, left
And believe, don't be ashamed to be
Feed your needs and grow your seeds right
Now you're gettin' too much
I don't remember some of that sucky-suck fish now
Here we go, it's the Bob Lady (Ugh), I'm drunk
Hammered and slumped, tryna get me crunk
Got a 40 and a blunt, gray and white donk
Six long chairs and some KY punts (Nappy)
What a loser, Cognac abuser
Life is short, I just choose to stay drunk (Look here, dude)
Man, I ain't thinkin' of you
I got drinkin' to do, so pass that '
Cause we drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk
We the folks, we feel no shame (Ain't no shame now)
We the folks now
We the folks, no point, no fame (No point, no fame)
Take a toke just to maintain (Smoke out now, smoke out now)
Leavin' y'all with bluegrass stains (Bluegrass stains)
Now plenty nights I prayed to God that if my day is hard
Grant me the strength and the wisdom to still play my cards
'Cause I know the show must go on, rain, hail or snow
And only Heaven knows how hot it gets when the hell's below
A lot of kids is sellin' dope, a lot of kids in jail and broke
So I broke the mold, I'm out here hustlin' and sellin' hope
And I smell like smoke, spillin' drinks on my rug, man
Man, life is lovely down in my home in Kentucky
Man, y'all need to stop it
It's gon' be kind of hard for them not to cop it
Next up is my man Kyle Prophet
Lookin' like a broken faucet
Tell them boys I got no shame at all
Chillin' with the fame and all
But I ain't really gotta explain to y'all
See, game was taught and game was lost
And game was took and game was bought
Now put your pants on, hit the floor and get your dance on
Tell the DJ turn it up, this my dance song
Ain't a thing to cut a rug with my jams on
Tryna get loose with Prophet, leave your man at home
It's the lower left shit, talkin', skywalkin'
Ever since "Chicken and Grits" they start stalkin'
Nappy Roots makin' them hits with Mark Ronson
I love how you shake them, start dancin'
We the folks, we feel no shame (We the folks, we the folks now)
We the folks, no point, no fame (No point, no fame)
Take a toke just to maintain (Smoke out now, smoke out now)
Leavin' y'all with bluegrass stains (Bluegrass stains on your mind)
Now the train is pullin' out (Beep beep)
Just in case you're headin' out, buy the album now
Mark Ronson, once again, we on again
Friends and family, we see y'all
Nappy Roots, Mark Ronson, two thousand and somethin' else
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