This Down Here

If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you

Going around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With an open beer and an eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing

About this down here

Hey country roads getting blowed

I don't know which way to go

I ain't got nowhere to be, I'm following my radio

I'm still living on the edge, get my money out of bound

Swerving in and out of town

And I'm still bumpin, got me now

Back to the simple man, life I'm in the basics

The weed that we've been growing was growing in my cousin's basement

If money to be made man I'm speeding to get it

Everybody that I know is selling weed for a living

On that Tennessee shit so I'm doing this for ya'll

I speak with a southern drow, say no man me no

I'm travelling the country, sometimes feel like I ain't wanted

Never thought that I was country til I went to California

If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you

Going around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With an open beer and an eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing

About this down here

Well I'm a sweet P drinkin, cigarillo rollin badass

Muddin down a back road, puffin on some hash wax

You ain't never met anybody quite like Lil Wyte

I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country

Only hang around with good people that love me

And that's the only thing that keeps my brain alright

Bound to pop another pill, bumpin dealin no deal

Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill

And everything that we want we gonna do tonight

Tell em Jesse Whitley

If we don't believe you then we ain't seen you

Going around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar, her mama sweet T

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With an open beer and an eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing

About this down here