Swelo - Country Road lyrics
[Hook] You can find me on that country road It's the only road that I'm gonna go And they say The road to Heaven is paved with gold But I don't need no gold when I die And You can find me on that city street With a half empty bottle and some ripped up jeans And no I don't believe in your "destiny" 'Cuz I'm going to go to hell when I die [Verse 1] I drink 'cuz I got problems I drink so I can solve them And when that don't work, I drink some more 'Cuz that's another problem See I been running around in circles Trying to figure this sh** out I've been blocking out all your voices But your sh** is too loud See, I'm tired of hearing "do this" I'm tired of hearing "do that" I'm tired of hearing "you're doing it wrong" But I'll keep on saying "screw that" They try to box me in but I keep busting out You can call me Chris Brown, look at me now 'Cuz I'm k**ing those beats that they thought were unk**able Look how I fit in like every last syllable Bow to my eloquence, beautiful, lyrical Minds are the pa**engers, words are the vehicles Open your mind, and let it all out Open your life, and let go of doubt Take up your crimes, and throw them all out Now put up your hands, that's what it's about [Hook] When I say “Hell” I mean figuratively I don't really mean it literally You see the whole concept is fiction to me But we're all going to die eventually But if it turns out I'm wrong, then I'm right you see So if I go or I don't, it don't matter to me ‘Cuz I know I'm gonna be in good company And that's all I need, it's a comfort to me So I say do what you want I guess that's why I'm singing this song ‘Cuz if you don't do what your heart says to Then there's definitely something wrong going on Breakout – Of your confines Of your locked up minds Of those used up rhymes “That girl is fine, that girl be mine, that girl is fine” time after time after time Get it? No. I don't think you do I think that all that matters is the brand of your shoes You listen to the rattle of your chain times 2 Well those roses really smell like poo Ooh, damn, jeez, oh god, if I sound real gruff does it make me hard? Would you like me better with a fancy car? ‘cuz your words only count when money's involved, right? Wrong. At least I wish it was Instead we got gangsters with peach fuzz Instead we got kids smoking weed ‘cuz Their favorite rappers say they deal d** But they don't We know that, they know too They're just trying to make a song Well I am too So just try to sing along, this beat's in two Key of A minor, and one and two and [Breakdown] [Hook]