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• Artiste: Colt Ford
• Titre: Outshine Me
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I got a copper still hand built up in the hills Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me I'mma put it out here, let me tell y'all something What d'y'all think my still be pumping? 90 proof, spit the truth Stop telling everybody you can do what I do So if you can, you better get like me Go sit down and write a hit like me From where I stand you ain't shoot to me Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still I won't sugar coat it, burn your throat it Kids ain't scared I'm locked and loaded Real is all me, they all can feel me Dirt road da-steeple, man of the people Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it Daylight to dark, me and my folks earn it Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it That's how we do it Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it Do it a little better than anyone does it Y'all are chasing a thoroughbred Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down, I'm a runaway train Colt Ford, remember my name Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers Watch your mouth 'cause I run these pastures I got a copper still hand built up in the hills Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me I can't take this I wanna make this real clear What d'ya'll think I been doing here? Switching gears and changing lanes Jacking up trucks, running down lames Light that flame for America Cross that line I'll bury you Gotta shotgun that'll take care of you And a mud hole that' I'll bury you Got a bunch of county folks all down to ride And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight I'mma give it to you my way, dirt road, highway Four wheel, crack it up, talk shit, back it up Y'all a trip and I'm out of your league Sipping shine and I'm hard to see I'm something you'll never be It's a pipe dream, you can't outshine me 'Cause I'm dura-coated, turbo charged Everything about me is large Y'all are chasing a thoroughbred Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down, I'm a runaway train Colt Ford, remember my name Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers Watch your mouth 'cause I run these pastures I got a copper still hand built up in the hills Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me