Mud To Gold

1. Melatonin 2. My Yard 3. Side Road Fresh (Remix)(Feat. Paul Wall) 4. Mud To Gold 5. This That 6. Gas 7. Hitchhike 8. Train Wreck (Feat. Lil Wyte) 9. Blame Us (Feat Jelly Roll & Merkules) 10. Keys To The Country 11. Last Year 12. Dont Want To Go Home 13. Supernova Souls 1. Melatonin F#m D F#m D F#m Dm F#m D F#m A F#m Cocaine skin, Mercury lips F#m F# Colorado eyes and fairy tale hips Am F#m Got every color Vans in the floor of your closet F#m A You drive me crazy but I'm the one who caused it F#m F#m F#m Dreamgirl, why you only in my dreams for? F#m F#m Every day I wake I need more F#m F#m It's only my feet on these floors F#m F#m So give me more Melatonin F#m F#m Rockstar, I hear that's what they say I am F#m But I don't feel the same in this Mustang cruisin' at 3 AM. F#m F#m F#m Rollin' through the wet streets of my hometown under the yellow lights F#m F#m I get lost in the exhaust rollin' lonely on the coldest nights F#m F#m I feel like what I do is right but it sеnds me in the wrong direction F#m F#m But I still drivе until I'm sleepy turnin' this compass reckless F#m F**k it, I ain't even eatin' breakfast F#m F#m I forgot about lunch and for dinner I'm just eatin' stresses A A F#m Then I go to sleep hungry just for your visionary presence F#m F#m Cause your face is like a music video from Evanescence F#m F#m And I just want to set and watch it if only you was real girl F#m F#m F#m Gas me up at the Shell and then ride with me in the real world A A Cocaine skin, Mercury lips Amaj7 F# Colorado eyes and fairy tale hips A F#m F#m Got every color Vans in the floor of your closet A A You drive me crazy but I'm the one who caused it F#m F#m F#m Dreamgirl, why you only in my dreams for? F#m F#m Every day I wake I need more F#m F#m It's only my feet on these floors F#m So give me more Melatonin F#m F#m Last year was kinda rough but I still got to win a lot F#m F#m Told my fans the truth about everything, they had to make me stop F#m F#m I went through two breakups and totaled some cars and trucks F# F# Lost a bunch of friends but this year, I just don't give up F#m F#m Because the worst has already happened, ain't seen rain in a couple weeks F#m F#m My DM's are filled up with pretty girls and a bunch of Tinder freaks F#m F#m Yeah, but I ain't searchin' for the obvious F#m F#m Cause I can't deal with public places, neon lights, and none of that obnoxious shit F#m F#m So I resort to blunt wraps from the corner store F#m F#m Tell the chick behind the counter 20 on four F#m F#m Then pick her up later, play the song I wrote for her F#m F#m Blowin' smoke up out the window as we slide around our county curves A A F# Cocaine skin, Mercury lips F# F# Colorado eyes and fairy tale hips A F#m Got every color Vans in the floor of your closet F# F# You drive me crazy but I'm the one who caused it F#m F#m F#m Dreamgirl, why you only in my dreams for? F#m F#m Every day I wake I need more F#m F#m It's only my feet on these floors F#m So give me more Melatonin F#m F#m Cocaine skin, Mercury lips N.C. Colorado eyes and fairy tale hips N.C. Got every color Vans in the floor of your closet N.C. You drive me crazy but I'm the one who caused it F#m F#m F#m Dream girl, why you only in my dreams for? F#m F#m Every day I wake I need more F#m F#m It's only my feet on these floors F#m So give me more Melatonin 2. My Yard Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em They wonder right now what my plans are Em Can't catch me, I got 30 cars Em Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em Bm They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up Em Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Em Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em Sittin' in my driveway that still ain't paved Em With a million dollars worth of cars from the songs I made Em Starin' straight into the sun in a sun-baked daze Em My face burnin' and peelin' just because I spit flames Em And lately I've been in nothin' but an abundance of rage Em A roid-ragin' animal 'bout to break out of a small cagе Em And I'm feelin' anger levels that I'vе never experienced Em And lyrics have been nothin' but bombs and the atmospherics fear it Em One motherfuckin' click like I don't wanna hear it Em While the angry me inside is yellin', jumpin', and cheerin' Em I wanna drive chop-tops and not them old school cars Em E I mean spontaneously combust into a Super Sport Nova star Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em They wonder right now what my plans are Em Can't catch me, I got 30 cars Em Am Em Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up Em Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Em Am Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em Puffin' weed by the pool makes me feel good Em With Elvis on the vinyl, sippin' whiskey in the Steel Woods Em Gettin' stoned makes me think right Em Slows it down so the blur of bein' famous still meets the eye Em Night ridin' takes me back Em To nights where the world didn't know me, that's facts Em That's why I take the Shelby Cobra on these small town backs Em Road to the riches on a Tennessee map Em Like who you know from the countryside Em Hittin' high speeds in a junk ride Em With a huge name and a small circle Em Without Ford emblems bein' on the side? Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em They wonder right now what my plans are Em Can't catch me, I got 30 cars Em Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up Em Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Em Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em I want all the smoke, why? 'Cause I never choke Em I got a gas mask and cope with bein' blind to where I want Em The first of my kind, I know, you shoulda seen my first show Em Looked like a hip-hop club was about to host a rodeo Em Then I delivered the horses and now my motor is broken Em And I'm dumpin' more gas in my engine knowin' that it won't blow up Em Pedal to the metal like a Twisted Metal fella in the Em Ice cream truck, With the clown character blazin' all the missiles Em My attitude is purge, my Lambo is green Em I used to be nice, now I wanna be mean Em My heart turned to stone, my mind is a weapon Em E Fuckin' with a crazy person, you gonna feel the repercussion Em That's Church E They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' E They wonder right now what my plans are Em Bm Can't catch me, I got 30 cars Em Am Armed house like the prescience is my yard Em They hopin' I ain't really gon' say nothin' Em Cost an arm and a leg to get a leg up Em Can't burn me, I got dirty bars Em E Armed house like the prescience is my yard 3. Side Road Fresh F#m F#m F#m Fresh, fresh F#m Clean, clean F#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m Side road fresh, small town clean (Church) F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m I'm the king of the country, boss of the sticks F#m Slammin' on my competition like some truck stop grits F#m And if you fakin' this shit just know the real ones already know it F#m You gotta fly through the woods to be a holler boy poet F#m Yeah, hate it or love it I'm what's up with the way I'm burnin' F#m I've been up with music since 2015 homie F#m Yeah, my embers were glowin', I through some gasoline on it F#m Said f**k it to country music and made my N.C. Last album for 'em F#m For I dive into hip-hop and get the game into headlock F#m Make 'em look at my wrist-watch that I picked up down at Walmart F#m And then go hop in my Chevy, hit a backroad with Becky F#m And have her roll N.C Up a blicky the size of Cummins transmissions motherfucker F#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m Side road fresh, small town clean (hey) F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me F#m I fresh up out of nowhere with tattoos everywhere F#m I'm lifted like a pickup blowin' smoke up in the air F#m AR by the armchair, that's light hardware F#m F#5 Cause everybody open carries, try it don't you dare F#m Beware the bling, I'm huntin' with my team F#m I'm too clean in Greensville gettin' green F#m From Palestine to Aberdine and everywhere between F#m And in this young jersey while I'm showin' 'em my grill F#m F**k you mean? I'm a back street facts F#m I always show respect to the vets F#m Workin' on the best, stackin' paper is my quest F#m F#5 Muddy like a side-by-side 'cause I'm side road fresh F#m Side road fresh (Yeah), small town clean (Motherfucker) F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Leroy) F#m Side road fresh (What), small town clean (Yeah) F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Holler Boys in this bitch, boy) F#m Side road fresh (Yeah), small town clean (Motherfucker) F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (6-1-5) F#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m F#5 A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Creek Squad) C#m C#m Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me C#m C#5 Side road fresh, small town clean F#m A bunch of wild life tattoos on me 4. Mud To Gold G E A G A Em Em C D Em Em C D C Bm Like mud to gold Em E Mine's in this soil B C C B B And I bring that soul Em E B And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold C C B B Like mud to gold Em Em Mine's in this soil B C C B And I bring that soul Bm Em Em C And I will never get old, I'm turnin' mud into gold right now C B B Drippin' in this swamp water, with the snakes I'm not bothered Bm Em D#m Em C I done been backstabbed in the front, back, and in the head, but it's good, partner C B B And I ain't no beginner, ain't nobody's paid for dinner Bm Em D#m G C I ain't perfect, I'm a sinner, underground so warn the devil C B B All I am is a hellion, raisin' hell, rockin' medallions Bm Em D#m E C In 90's models cars that are holdin' some hellacious engines C B B Hell naw, this ain't no pretendin', my vеngeance comes with no mеntions Bm Em Em C I'm sicker than dirty COVID syringes stuck in you bitches C B Yeah, you think I'm the cure (You think I'm the cure) B And then you all die (And then you all die) Em I'm asleep in my bed (I'm asleep in my bed) Em B Still blinkin' one eye (Still blinkin' one eye) C C B Still thinkin' of lines to cast in the pines B For ones like me, who live the same life Em Just country motherfuckers in a town with a time D Way behind, But we still make it shine just like C B Like mud to gold Em Em Mine's in this soil G C B And I bring that soul Em And I will never get old D C I'm turnin' mud into gold C B Like mud to gold Em Em Mine's in this soil C C B And I bring that soul Em And I will never get old Em C C I'm turnin' mud into gold right now B B These millionaires don't understand, these label owners don't fuckin' get it Em D#m D#m C If I sign to slavery I'll be shelfed up and dust-collected for fuckin' ages C B B Cause you can't see no vision, your mind is not connected Em D#m Bm C You've been blinded by Ferrari's, parties, and coke base ass records C B B Everything is "yah yah yah", everything is "hitta bitta" Em Em C Stars are made from walkin' in the trenches and it seems y'all all forgettin' C B B Rap's about the fuckin' come up, where the f**k your asses come from? Em Em C What you had to conquer transferred over into a bunch of small words C B B For a big impact on people 'cause that's your position as leader Em Em C Yeah, I'm white and country, spit tobacco like a gunslinger C C B Yeah, I'll put you through the ringer, don't ever shit talk my people Em D Or Preacher will shoot and not think twice about the N.C. Bullets neither C B Like mud to gold Em Em Mine's in this soil G C B And I bring that soul Em And I will never get old D#m E C I'm turnin' mud into gold C B Like mud to gold Em D#m E Mine's in this soil C C B And I bring that soul Em And I will never get old D C C I'm turnin' mud into gold right now E Em C D 5. This That Dm Em Dm Dm Am Dm Check Dm Hey, if you got one light that bitch up motherfucker Dm Em Hahaha, yeah Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah N.C. This that Optimo, N.C. That Oldsmobile, This that N.C. Pull up by myself, no security with N.C. Mе, no, not here, This that N.C. I don't take ordеrs, I don't take shit N.C. I been drinkin' water and hittin' that gym N.C. 2021, I be goin' real big N.C. So big, they be like, How you carry that shit Dm Dog, I been stressin', now the stress gone Dm Struttin' in the game years long Dm Had a bunch of people try me Dm Now them same lames, yeah they all gone Dm Drop a project, let my team know Dm You f**k a duck, I'm with ten swans Dm This the level that you hatin' Dm Motherfuckers wish I was not on Dm Dm Yeah yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you Dm The cheese we own be blue Dm Dm And you can't fit these shoes, yeah Dm Yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you Dm Chevy got a Phantom roof Dm And the south side got me too Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah N.C. This that "Oh shit, there's a N.C. Cop on my bumper, This that N.C. Two 12s in a ported box, got the N.C. Slap soundin' like thunder, This that N.C. Ah-hah, that f**k you, N.C. This middle finger when I pass dudes, There's a N.C. Lifestyle that I attach to and when the N.C. World ends, I'm still that dude Dm Dm Mr. backwoods, Mr. Tennessee, Mr. ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be Dm Dm Goin' down in Music City history for tellin' mainstream to go suck a D Dm All this southern comfort, baby, up for free Dm Especially when you rollin' well as me Dm It's 6-1-5 until the grass ain't green Dm I'm the farms, rivers, hills, and the creeks Dm Dm Yeah yeah, but we ain't worried 'bout you Dm The cheese we own be blue Dm Dm And you can't fit these shoes, yeah Dm Yeah, we ain't worried 'bout you Dm Chevy got a Phantom roof Dm And the south side got me too Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah Dm Dm This that ridin' 'round for no reason Dm Dm Got the windows a tad cracked and I'm chiefin', yeah yeah Dm Dm This that rooftop with a speaker Dm Dm Blue dream and a Swisher, full moon, never clearer, yeah 6. Gas Em Em Church Am Em Em Gold N.C. I just give it Em Gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em Am My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas Em I ain't ever see an E me, never took an L Em Am Back when I was broke I was still ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell Em Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis 12's Em Southside swervin', N.C. Boss Hog in a old Chevelle Em Hillbilly got the flavor like a whole rack of ribs Em Am Rebel flag diamond ring, they shake my hand and they know what it is Em Red Chevy, blue Ford, that's a civil war Em Am People treat me shitty, why would I be civil for? Em I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no use in helpin' folks Em Am Cause they gon' f**k you over, leave you stranded out there all alone Em Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, no clock Em I'm a legend in the storm, call me Whitey and I can shout it back? Em I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Em I just give it gas Em I'm like the beast and they know why Em Am Cause they don't let me pop up at award shows lookin' too fly Em Barbecue stain on my pearl button up Em Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch, shut the f**k up Em Yeah, I shoulda been born in the 70s Em Am Because these young spiffy hippies be lookin' hella sketch on me Em And my T chip like my new 6-7 Em All black cash, front gate like Heaven Em Head filled with the raps like a 7-11 Em Am I guess that's what I get for smokin' weed down in the southland Em Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed at the sermon Em Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's the one who wrote 'em Em I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor Em Am My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up Em I just give it gas like the race don't end Em My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am Am Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Am 28's chop, trunk picked up Em I just give it gas, I just give it gas Em Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am Am I just give it gas 7. Hitchhike Am F Am C F Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh Am F Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh A C F Woah, oh, oh, oh-oh, Woah, oh Am They don't know me like they think they do, I ain't one for Hollywood F A lot of shoulda-wouldas walkin' 'round you when the money's good Am G And to me I ain't famous, I just made it 'cause I'm from the woods F If pop ain't used to my kind to me I think it's understood Am I already made a mark for every girl barrel racin' F Every boy slidin' across the hood, landin' on the pavement Am G Got nothin' to do with races unless it's racin' against myself F To dedicate my life to feelin' good and not devoid of wealth Am Go ahead, chase the paper, I'll take a walk to see the source F Take a field of flowers over camera flashes on board Am A But these snapshots are timeless like an Iris that don't die F So I smile and wave like flowers wavin' on edges of roadsides Am Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright C F Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by G Am C All night, that's right F I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike G Am C And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down F G I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound Am C In my hometown, by my own self F G I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out Am Cm It's not an everyday occurrence that I get to feel normal F People treat me like I'm royal, talk my head off with the courage Am C They done filled my tank so much that it's started overflowin' F I'm good at rappin', good at singin', thank you, thank you, yeah I know it Am A And my ego's still the same but my anxiety is potent F Cause I just wanna chill and be somebody nobody knows Am G And I'm so high I'm steady floatin', flickin' ashes down below me F Thinkin' 'bout the road I'm on, the speed limit's still wide open Am How long can I drive without plowin' in a tree F Knockin' my face off like my friend Charlene? Am C Tell me how I'm 'posed to be sane when the world is makin' me crazy? F The cities are set ablaze and the hatred is on the pavement Am C And every time you make a statement, motherfuckers wanna take it F There's another rapper like you bein' made at record labels Am C Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright F G Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by Am C All night, that's right F G I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike Am C And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down F G I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound Am C In my hometown, by my own self F G I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out Am I'm the one they didn't get, I'm the one they couldn't catch F I'm the one they couldn't bribe with cars, groupies, and stacks D Am C Yeah, I'm that motherfucker, ha, King Kong of my own castle F With a army behind me ready to smack who's walkin' past me Am C I done been down in the dumps, now I'm restless on a mountain F Got the youth that people die for, yeah, my face is everlastin' Am C But my music will outlast me, the outcast that kept their traction F When the tires went bald, I got out with my country ass Am C Leave a laugh for the past, narrow eyes for the rest F Sleepin' good these days 'cause I made my bed Am C Where I lay my head there's plenty paper and lead F And this story ain't over 'til I got no blank pages left Am C Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be alright F G Still doin' my thing as the cars fly by Am C All night, that's right F G I'll get where I'm goin' with no hitchhike Am And don't worry 'bout me when the sun goes down C F G I'll be somewhere whistlin' to my own sound Am In my hometown, by my own self C F G I'll get there, same shoes, no thumb out Am F G Am C F Woah, oh, Am C F Woah, oh, G Am C F G Am C F G Am C F G Am 8. Train wreck Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Gm I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb Dm Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Church, (I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead) Gm Eb I woke up to a bad bitch with some bacon and eggs D Gm Eb Walkin' 'round my house in underwear with thick ass legs Bb Gm Eb I go to sleep with more haters than I had the same mornin' Dm Gm Cause they mad they smashed their girl in front of a N.C. Big poster of me Gm Eb D It's always poppin' in my comments, blah blah blah blah with the nonsense Gm Eb Bb Five years underneath my belt, dead rappers in my mosh pit Gm Eb D Bitch, I'm John Wayne in a Huracán, I'm Captain Riggs with an H&K Gm Bein' a asshole's fuckin' еasy 'cause I N.C. Wake and do it like еr'day Gm Eb D I'm a little flattered that my phone keeps ringin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a little agitated, why you starin' while I'm eatin' Gm Eb D And I'm a little sketched out 'cause this life I gotta live Gm Eb If you mad at me for somethin', f**k it, that's just how it is Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb Dm Ayy, got new teeth up in my shit-talker Gm Eb Bb All my exes live in Tennessee and volunteer to call me Gm Eb Dm Lately, I've been on some f**k the world, dog Gm I'm 'bout to fly to Cali, meet with N.C. Famous folks in hip-hop Gm Eb D From bare feet to snakeskins, from ratchet whip to southern Ford Gm Eb Bb You can't take the country boy up out that swimmin' hole for nothin' Gm Eb Yeah, I put the mud on the tires D Gm Eb Bb Pull up to the bonfire, slingin' rubber and some metal wires Gm Eb D Gm Bumpin' Charlie Daniels and Pride up out the K5 Eb D Leave you like a shitty text, bitch, "K, bye" Gm Eb D I ain't one to wait, I'm one to end up one of the greats Gm Eb D Sixty years old, still wildin' out on Percy Priest Lake, motherfucker Gm Eb D I'm a little flattered that my phone keeps ringin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a little agitated, why you starin' while I'm eatin'? Gm Eb D And I'm a little sketched out 'cause this life I gotta live Gm Eb If you mad at me for somethin', f**k it, that's just how it is Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb You want a train wreck? I'll come with multi casualties on it (Yeah) D Gm Eb Straight up murder scene, I hit the booth, faculty runnin' Bb Gm Eb D Been a beast on these beats, even Church say I'm OG Gm Eb Didn't realize we sampled circles, Uncle Waylon, rest in peace Gm Eb D And Mr. Jennings, big shout out, you helped my family out Gm Eb Bb I could hardly see my capabilities, I was in doubt Gm Eb D Then Doubt Me Now dropped, changed the fuckin' industry Gm Eb Bb Now there is a lane for all our fame, big dick energy Gm Eb D And that is no disrespect to any of my peers Gm Eb Bb All that I am sayin' is all of this time I've been standin' here Gm Eb D Salute and recognize a GOAT when it kick in the door Gm Eb D All the dudes who showed you what I'm 'bout, let's get these folk what they want, Wyte Gm Eb D I'm a little flattered that my phone keeps ringin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a little agitated, why you starin' while I'm eatin'? Gm Eb D And I'm a little sketched out 'cause this life I gotta live Gm Eb If you mad at me for somethin', f**k it, that's just how it is Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Eb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb D Yeah, I'm famous, poppin', everything I'm droppin' Gm Eb Bb I'm a trainwreck now, go ahead and try to stop it Gm Eb D Gm Eb Bb Gm Eb Gm Gm Eb Gm Eb D Gm Eb Gm Eb 9. Blame Us Dm Am Em How can you blame us, yeah? Am Em How can you blame us, yeah? Am E How can you blame us, yeah? Am E How can you blame us, how can you blame us?, Jelly Roll, Yeah Dm I'm from the Nashville and had no traffic problems Dm Before the bachelorettes and the bachelor parties Dm Had a gun with a drum, trapped out apartments Dm And I beat that shit like Travis Barker Dm When I left the house it was carried with me Dm Back then it was very different Dm Back then I was scary with it Dm I'm a Tennessee Titan like Derrick Henry Dm Woo, (woo) Dm Dm So miss me with that petty shit (yeah petty shit) Dm I turned down more pussy than you'll ever get Dm I'm a big boy, got big game Dm Em Ask yo chick, I spit flames Dm Propane, that cocaine Dm I enjoy like Rick James Dm Lettin' you know that these rappers are fried Dm Tell you the truth they just actin' too hard Dm Dm Just so I'm clear if you try one of us, my boys'll deploy like the National Guard Dm Dm Merkules my twin this that stomped out Chevy Dm Dm Church, that's my brother, that's that creek squad bitch Am E When rollin' through my city I see changes Am E I see tourists pissin' on the street in front of ladies Am E I see locals bumpin' shoulders with em', and they dangerous Am Em They don't know the vibe behind these new skyscrapers but Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, how can you blame us? Dm Yeah Dm How can you blame us,Stab us in the back and then smile in our faces Dm Half of y’all only come around 'cause I'm famous Dm Don't get me pissed off 'cause I'm liable to break it Dm So let me relax, I've been countin' my Benjamins Dm F**k around and put 'em in the ground with the skeletons Dm I got they heads spinnin' around like it's the Exorcist Dm Em Y'all should write a book on how to be irrelevent Dm I'm off my meds, someone call my doctor Dm I'm on my shit but I'm off my rocker Dm For breakfast, I'm takin' down shots of vodka Dm Somebody tell Arnold that I got the chopper Dm Am Merk and Church is a deadly combination Em Got a machete and I'm ready for any confrontation Dm If anybody thinkin' they on our level then I'm waitin' Dm They should see the bigger picture, but instead they want to Am E When rollin' through my city I see changes Am E I see tourists pissin' on the street in front of ladies Am E I see locals bumpin' shoulders with em', and they dangerous Am Em They don't know the vibe behind these new skyscrapers but Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, how can you blame us?, Yeah Dm Yeah, Dm Walk around in my Preds hoodie Dm On Demonbreun with some bad honeys Dm Done made it now, people act funny Dm F**k mainstream, I'm local, homie Dm I was born up at baptist Dm Em Tourists complain' 'bout traffic then pass out in dirty alleys Dm Dm I was born with my veins look like Music City neons Dm Dm Tristar wooded like every place that I be in Dm Dm Hell I grew up on Starlito when All-Star was on that screen print Dm Dm And haystack wasn't just bein' hauled with a ball hitch Dm Ayy, yo, Dm Dm Dm Dm I know this place ain't gold Em But it's famous for makin' people famous Dm So it will seem dangerous when you see it Dm Motherfucker, how can you (blame us?) Am E When rollin' through my city I see changes Am E I see tourists pissin' on the street in front of ladies Am E I see locals bumpin' shoulders with em', and they dangerous Am Am They don't know the vibe behind these new skyscrapers but Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, yeah? Dm Dm How can you blame us, how can you blame us? Em Yeah 10. Keys To The Country Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I  got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’ Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker Cm Cm My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that Cm Cm Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah Cm Cm Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods Cm Cm Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good Cm Cm Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines Cm Cm The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line Cm Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines Cm But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time Cm The backroad threat drippin' off my mind Cm Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine Cm And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live Cm This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child Cm Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time Cm Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night Cm Just listen for that Rover Cm Be aware of that smoke Cm Just know there ain’t another one of me Cm When it ends it's all that I wrote Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin' Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Ride around my city with the keys to the country Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr Cm Stay rich, it’s the big ballin' Cm Cm Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger? Cm Cm Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf Cm Cm If you don't like my people, tell the game N.C. They can all leave Cm Cm Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot Cm Cm We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top Cm Cm Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked Cm Cm We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop Cm Cm It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin' Cm Cm Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin' Cm Cm Ha-ha, they say I flex too much Cm Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should N.C. Get you some Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty Cm Cm Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin' Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Ride around my city with the keys to the country Cm Cm I got the keys to the country, keys to the country Cm Cm Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker 11. Last Year Dm D D House in the hills Dm Couple fat bills D Liquor from a still D Dm Fresher than I, Fresher, Fresher than I ever, last year D They think I forgot, I know what it's like to look at the top D F#m I know what it's like to not reach it, but wonder what it looks like in your thoughts D I know what it's like to see your favorite rapper in a Shelby Cobra D F#m And think you'll never own one, I thought that too and now I drive my childhood poster D The ones that laughed at my career now lookin' at me like competition D F#m I beef with record labels and waste their time on purpose with the business D Cause I'm pimpin', man, the stories that I'll tell my grandkids D F#m Gave the system middle fingers through my last hit single D I wake up to a house in the hills D F#m Car collection lookin' like a couple fat bills D Dirty old jeans and my liquor from a still D Dm Fresher than I ever was at all last year D 'Cause I woke up in a house and I'm sittin' on a hill D F#m Lamborghini emblem on my steering wheel D Inbox full of white tail, ain't talkin' 'bout deer D Bm F#m Because I woke up fresher than I was last year D I went from single wide to ski resort, from foreclosed to Pigeon Forge D Dm To shit that barely ran to shit I never thought I could afford Dm D Stained clothes to wardrobe, from slappin' paint to the Billboards D F#m A5 From doubted on to demanded more for sellin' out these crazy tours D And now I'm on my way up, 2020 lookin' good D F#m Five years, still no label, spittin' for the country boys D I ain't never left 'cause there's nowhere I should go D Besides that place I've known, steady runnin' every fuckin' road D Like a shiner on the go I make the-make the hottest flows B F# D Light me on fire and I bet I burn blue until I'm sixty years old D I'm Popcorn Sutton with the back road stuntin' D F#m D Up-motherfuckin'-Church, I was supposed to be nothin' D I wake up to a house in the hills D Bm F#m Car collection lookin' like a couple fat bills D D Dirty old jeans and my liquor from a still D Bm Fresher than I ever was at all last year D D Cause I woke up in a house and I'm sittin' on a hill D F#m Lamborghini emblem on my steering wheel D Inbox full of white tail, ain't talkin' 'bout deer D Dm Because I woke up fresher than I was last year D Fresher— Fresher— Fresh— Fresh— Fresh— D Fresher than I was— Fresh— Fresh— Fresh— D Fresher than I was— Fresh— Fresh— D Fresher than I was last year D Fresher— Fresher— Fresh— Fresh— Fresh— D Fresher than I was— Fresh— Fresh— Fresh— Bm D5 Fresher than I was— Fresh— Fresh— 12. Dont Want To Go Home G#m G# E A A G# G#m E A A A A A C#m G#m Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my booooooneeeeeees A A E G# G#m Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home A E E Ayy, ayy, I feel like bustin' down a narrow road C#m G#m Em Glove box full of the RAWs cones, ain't goin' home E A No GPS with me for sure, sure, sure, sure E Em G#m No Instagram I been keepin' it low-pro A A Low-pro like the wheels that's choppin' on that short bed GMC E C#m G#m Charcoal grey, so suede inside the ash is rubbed in both my seats A A I smoke to walk the city streets, my blood type probably THC Em G#m G#m I'm numb to other humans 'cause the camera cleared my vision, see E E Now everybody only want the money, money, money E E Now everybody want the fame, they k**l each other for it E A With the blood all on the dance floor, music still playin', though Em C#m G#m Dead or alive, you can feel the vibe I'm on E E E E Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ooohhh E E E G#m Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll E E E E Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooones ohhhhh E E E G#m Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home A A E Sometimes I wanna be home alone E C#m G#m E Macaulay Culkin myself inside a attic door E E Catch a buzz, draw pictures in the dust on these wooden floors E C#m C#m Em Fall asleep to these trees scratchin' windows in a thunderstorm E E Oh, what a wonderful feelin' E E Oh, what a beautiful reason E E To wanna bathe in this acid rain, black water inside my brain E E Magic ate my eyes, I smoke the shake and wish the best would fade E E Everybody's gotta have the X's on their eyelids E E Either it's the lava or the gold lace on their iris E A E Streets gold, soft wings, rose gold, fang teeth E E Barefoot, grass green, ass fat, ride with me E E E E Rollin', rollin' down my window oh ohhhhh E E E G#m Turn up, turn up all that rock and rooooll oh E E E E E Feel the bass, bass, bass, bass shake inside my boooooones E E E E Empty passenger seat, nobody drivin' with me 'cause I don't wanna go home 13. Supernova Souls Em G G C Em G G C Em G G C Look into my eyes 'cause when they lock I feel complete Em G G C My mind is like a box and your iris is the key Em G G C And the stars align for our hands to touch, the universe has shown Em G G C Em G G So, when the lightyears shine on me or you, we're supernova souls C Em G G C Supernova souls Em G I've been around the world on a bus, on a stage G C Off a bus, in a car, then back to my place Em G On the couch smokin' weed with the thoughts of what I need G C Em Then I seen you sittin' there strummin' on six strings G G C Those wings, on your back, That only I can see Em G No flame, trust me G C If only you knew how these waves were made Em G G C Look into my eyes 'cause when they lock I feel complete Em G G C My mind is like a box and your iris is the key Em G G C And the stars align for our hands to touch, the universe has shown Em G G C Em G G So, when the lightyears shine on me or you, we're supernova souls C Em G G C Supernova souls Em G You're a face to right hits for eternity G C Your lips make the enemy believe in crazy things Em G So, I still have gasoline to chase away the crazy dreams G C And when I'm tired you always ask me if I wanna switch hit Em G Supernova, just pull over and hold me a little closer G C Home is where you're at, no need for drivin' far out into nothin' Em G Let the gasoline run out and check the rearview G C I don't gotta go gold, I feel platinum with you Em G Look into my eyes (Look into my eyes) G C See these stars align Em G The universe has shown (The universe has shown) G C We're supernova souls Em G G C Look into my eyes 'cause when they lock I feel complete (Supernova souls) Em G G C My mind is like a box and your iris is the key (Supernova souls) Em G G C And the stars align for our hands to touch, the universe has shown Em G G C Em G G So, when the lightyears shine on me or you, we're supernova souls C Em G G Supernova souls C Em Supernova souls G G C Em G G C Em G G C Em