Jay Webb - Backwoods Bandit

Intro
Ain't only takin' pills, I'm a backwoods bandit

Chorus
I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself
Hey, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible bell
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell
I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle's coming too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin' on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 1
That .45 on my side when I'm ridin'
Just fill it up, I ain't worried 'bout the milage
Liquor in my cup, if she want it, I'ma buy it
This shit 'bout to bump, evеrything I make is timeless
So pour it up, no, thеre ain't no in between, baby
You know I'ma treat you like a queen, baby
Know you down to fuck if you with me, baby

Pre-Chorus
Last night, finished all the beer
When you ain't around, mixin' brown with the clear
Probably gon' drown from the liquor or the tears
So I'ma get it while I'm still here

Chorus
I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself
Hey, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible bell
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell
I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle's coming too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin' on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah

Verse 2
Like a backwoods bandit
I came up on the scene like I already ran it
Ain't fuckin' with the dream of a kid that ain't have shit
I got it all for me and ain't shit been handed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swallow pills just to keep from hurtin'
Chasin' bills, they don't see me workin'
I quit back and lift for the weed and the bourbon, aw, yeah

Pre-Chorus
Last night, finished all the beer
When you ain't around, mixin' brown with the clear
Probably gon' drown from the liquor or the tears
So I'ma get it while I'm still here

Chorus
I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself
Hey, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible bell
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell
I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle's coming too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin' on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah


Outro
Hatin' on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit