Shades

[Intro: Bryan Martin & Colt Ford]

I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes

And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines

I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'

Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight

Hahaha, y'all been waitin' on this

Now what?

[Verse 1: Colt Ford]

You say Colt Ford, I say barbed wire

Big jacked up trucks and mud tires

Small town boy with a empire

Built with skill and deep desire

Hard work, y'all can't imagine

See them hats and boots, we changin' fashion

Got breathin' dragons

Couldn't stop me from gettin' the bag independently

We flew the flag, red, white and blue

Put it on for Nashvillе how Titans do

Stay family friendly, didn't cuss too much

Now it's thirty racks when the bus pull up

I could build a housе with stacks of paper

Boots exotic, alligator

Innovator, culture changer

Synonymous with country bangers

Wasn't over night, had to build a dream

Now it's Rolling Stone award, magazine

Golf digest, feel the stream

Platinum hits, ten billion streams

Never wait in line when I'm out with at Aldean's (Ha)

Probably 'cause I'm with Aldean

Shut 'em all up, got a gang of haters

Now watch 'em close through my aviators

[Chorus: Bryan Martin & Yelawolf]

I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes

And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines

Ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes

Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload

I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'

Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight

Yeah, ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes

Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]

Yeah, I come from the hill, not the Cypress Hill, but the hill in the Alabama stars

But I'm as real as B-Real, boy, you better have faith in the heel like Tim McGraw

Been with the boys like bar with the bar

From Big Krit to Kendrick Lamar

You better do some research, fuck a T-shirt

Give a bitch a knee jerk like uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah, kick a double entendre

In a two-ton truck, in a Manuel suit

Yellin' with the middle finger and the thumb up

Men'll pause, motherfucker, we go dumb

Men'll pause, hit the re-write button

I been on they neck like a button up shirt all-the-way-button

This ain't Nickelback, can't get a refund

This ain't a pickle back, I don't never chase nothin'

I could've chased y'all, but the way that I run

Way God mad me, he shot a track meet gun

I don't leave bread, just leave crumbs

I left my trail in all my albums

Yeah, jump in the Maybach with Ray shade glasses

That's just money of "Pop the Trunk," punk

[Chorus: Bryan Martin & Yelawolf]

I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes

And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines

Ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes

Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload

I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'

Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight

Yeah, ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes

Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload