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letra de hillbilly rockstar - moccasin creek

[chorus: ronnie davis]
rockin’ this stage, i’m a hillbilly rockstar
momma always said that i wouldn’t go too far, yeah
these are my roots, now she don’t miss me
cuttin’ it loose, sing a little dixie, yeah
i’m a hillbilly rockstar

[verse 1: brahma bull]
hillbilly rockstar, party with a stocked bar
k!llin’ compet-tion run your mouth and get you dropped hard runnin’ with the bull and i will tell you, you won’t get far
you think there’s soap in my mouth the way the bull spits bars
i been round the world, a gypsy on the run
i done drank so much whiskey i got barley on my tongue
i’ma fail a breathalyzer if it’s later than five
no more drinkin’ budweiser they don’t pay me a dime
i done rocked every party with my flip flops on
mohawk on the top but the sides stay gone
and i got enough ink to paint a new mona leese
put the bull in the picture call it mona the beast
take that picture that you painted, go and get you a frame
bring it back to me baby, let me sign my name
van gogh with my lyrics and my paint goes far
you ain’t never be another, i’m a hillbilly rockstar

[verse 2: brahma bull]
ashtray breath, woke up around noon
hillbilly rockstar, my own cartoon
but i ain’t leapin’ skyscr-pers with a single bound
and i’m slower than a bullet but the talk of the town
no i’m not an action figure, i’m just bigger than they thought
and i’m not a role model and i can’t be bought
i done paved my own lane from the sticks to a stage
and i played my own game ’til i twitched in a rage
i degraded my own brain and fixed it with tape
and i made my own fame now i fit in this cape
super bull, no you won’t get far
now this hicks out here claimin’, “he’s a hillbilly rockstar”
tell me different, you can look at my stats
my knees are gettin’ weak from haulin’ y’all on my back
i’m the trailer park mayor, a sc-m bags finest
hands in the air, you’re redneck highness
old caddy driver with my top dropped down
i got some h-rns on the hood, boss hogg’s in town
load the stage with some stacks and just flip me a mic
watch the party stay packed until the end of the night
i got nothin’ to prove, i got nothin’ to lose
i got jiffy feet baby, i don’t rock no shoes
in my lawn chair drunk, smokin’ cheap cigars
i said “yeah, i’m a hillbilly rockstar”

- moccasin creek

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