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Running on Fumes (feat. Jelly Roll)

Open road, a Winnebago

A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go

Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes

But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows tooShit I'll take a Winnebago, a Datsun, a Nissan, a Chevy

Whatever it takes to get my ass past the levy (You know it)

Growing up in my town, fame was only on television

I got thousands of people checking YouTube for how I'm living

Yeah, it's crazy, back in high school we had flip phones we didn't use

We blew up our mud trucks, didn't care about no damn views

I guess I'm what's left of them old school dudes

Plus the millennials hate me, I guess that's a plus too

'Cause I emerged from the muddy water with a fuck you attitude

I grew up on that JellyRoll and fucking struggled Jenny's boots

I'm the son of the south but Nashville is my backyard

I guess I was destined to spit shit on guitars

Open road, a Winnebago

A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go

Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes

But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too

On the same old road in a old school caddy

A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy

Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes

If they are well then fuck it let me roll outta fuelThis that southern rock shit, baby this that summer pump

And my middle finger's up like that motherfucker's stuck

I bet it'll shut 'em up, I'm strapped like I'm buckled up

The ones that are acting tough being sweet as a buttercup

You fucking Dixie chick listening metrosexual bitch

You the kind to go jail on some sexual shit

I'm the kind to get a hand by a sexual bitch

So get the fuck around me acting all extra and shit

From the city to the country even Cheatham County knows

Got pulled over there in '07 flat with a few balls

Little Warren took the charge may God rest his soul

So I still rep Antioch every city that I go motherfucker

Open road, a Winnebago

A pack of Marlboro Reds and a Zippo, let's go

Just hope that my dreams ain't running on fumes

But if they are I'll let 'em run till the smoke blows too

On the same old road in a old school caddy

A couple of baddies that like to call me daddy

Hoping that my dreams ain't running on fumes

If they are well then fuck it let me roll outta fuel

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