Outshine Me

I got a copper still hand built up in the hills

Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill

White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet

Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something,

What d'y'all think my still be pumpin?

90 proof; spit the truth

Stop telling everybody you can do what I do.

So if you can, you better get like me;

Go sit down and write a hit like me.

From where I stand you ain't shoot to me;

Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still

I won't sugar coat it; burn your throat it

Kids ain't scared...

I'm Locked and loaded

Real is all me; they all can feel me

Dirt road disciple; man of the people

Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it

Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it

Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it,

That's how we do it.

Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it;

Do it a little better than anyone does it.

Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred

Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead

Too late to slow down; I'm a runaway train

Colt Ford; remember my name

Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers;

Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

I can't take this,

I wanna make this real clear;

What d'ya'll think I been doin' here?

Switchin' gears and changing lanes

Jackin' up trucks; running down Lames

Light that flame for America

Cross that line I'll bury ya;

Gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya

And a mudhole that I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride;

And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight.

I'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way,

four wheel, Jack it up; talk shit; back it up.

Yall a trip and I'm out of your league

Sippin' shine and I'm hard to see

I'm something that you'll never be;

It's a pipe dream, You can't outshine me

Cause I'm dura-coated; turbo charged

Everything about me is large

Yall are chasin a throuroughbred

Ya'll done got lapped I'm miles ahead

Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train

Colt Ford; remember my name

Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers

Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

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