This Down Here

Lyrics

[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