This Down Here

[Chorus: Jesse Whitley]

If we don't believe you, then we ain't seen you

Go around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With a open beer and a eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing about this down here

[Verse 1: Jelly Roll]

Hey country roads, gettin' blowed, I don't know which way to go

I ain't got nowhere to be, I'm following my radio

I'm still livin' on the edge, gettin' my money out of bounds

Swervin' in and out of town, and I'm still bumpin' doubt me now

Back to the simple man life, I'm in the basics

The weed that we been blowin' was grown in my cousin's basement

And money to be made, then I'm speedin' to get it

Everybody that I know is sellin' weed for a livin'

On that Tennessee shit, so I'm doin' this for y'all

I speak with a southern drawl, say no ma'am and naw

I'm travelin' the country sometimes feel like I ain't wanted

Never thought that I was country till I went to California

[Chorus: Jesse Whitley]

If we don't believe you, then we ain't seen you

Go around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With a open beer and a eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing about this down here

[Verse 2: Lil Wyte]

Well I'm a sweet tea drinkin' cigarillo rollin' bad ass

Muddin' down a back road, puffin' on some hash wax

You ain't ever met anybody quite like Lil Wyte, quite like Lil Wyte

I spend my winters on the road and my summers in the country

Only hang around with good people that love me

And that's the only thing that keeps my brain alright, my brain alright

'Bout to pop another pill, bumpin' deal or no deal

Me and Jelly Roll drunk on a grassy hill

And everything that we want we gonna do tonight, do tonight

Tell 'em Jeffrey Whitley

[Chorus: Jesse Whitley]

If we don't believe you, then we ain't seen you

Go around these old back streets

Never had a mason jar of momma's sweet tea

Let me make this clear

If you ain't rode down an old back road

With a open beer and a eighth of dro

Then you don't know a fucking thing about this down here