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Correct Say About Me (Remix) Lyrics
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Chris Janson
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Correct Say About Me (Remix)
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[Verse 1: Chris Janson] 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 [Chorus: Chris Janson] '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 [Verse 2: Chris Janson] 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 [Chorus: Chris Janson] '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 [Verse 3: Offset] 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 [Chorus: Chris Janson] 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 [Outro: Chris Janson] 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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