Chris Janson — Say About Me

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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