Dusty Leigh - FJ Outlaw Young Gunner - Brandon Hartt - Blame It On The South (Official Music Video)

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Directed by Ghost.
Written by Dusty Leigh & Brandon Hartt.
Produced by Jayson Koko Bridges.
Recorded and mixed by Damon Slyk Gardner.
Mastered by Deyoung mastering.
RAHHH Records 2021.

Lyrics

Dusty verse

Rip In my jeans
Bourbon done spilled on my t
Kentucky right where I be
Dusty but clean
Country and muddy I’m keen
Must be the southern in me
My brothers are beast
Loyalty here will run deep
These boys Ain’t switching up teams
As wild as they seem
These boys stay looking down beams
Waitin to pop out ya beans
Got Ammo like military
Camo head to our fe
Do everything army fatigue
Got Twang when I speak
Country Slang in my speech
Grind with a capital g
Underestimate me underpay me and get ready to see
My hustle is undefeated
It’s what The south Embedded in me

Hook

This life I live
To the road I’m on
Words I say
To this back roads song
These boots I wear
And the way I talk
This truck that was built not bought
Blame it on the south
South
Blame it on the south

Fj outlaw verse

Drinking apple pie from out the jar
Twisted can’t remember where we are
I left with dusty from up out the bar
Woke up butt naked in a strangers car
Got scratches all on my chin and cheek
Like shoot dang dusty I done lost my tree
He said bro you cool man you here with me
We hit the spot and I got no z z z’s
I’m so tired I just need me a nap
Can’t sleep cause the streets got me close to my strap
It’s og in me boy I’m the son of a Mack
And I be moving too quick I’m having asmtha attacks
I be swerving off in that solo ooh
Paint the city straight rojo ooh
I’m pullin up like two ho shows
And I’m kicking it like a dojo outlaw


Hook

This life I live
To the road I’m on
Words I say
To this back roads song
These boots I wear
And the way I talk
This truck that was built not bought
Blame it on the south
South
Blame it on the south

Young gunner verse

Some may say that I talk with a draw
Smokin on one but still spit out a chaw
Give a firm handshake I learned that from paw
No water in hot grease I learned that from Maw
Don’t slip in the south we got guns in the house
Quick to get clapped like the trap on a mouse
stockpile our ammo and sip out the handle
Saturday nights stayin lit like a candle
Boots on our feet with the work in the streets
No mask on my face I don’t run with the sheep
I’ll drink me or cold beer might sip a gold peak
Chase a good time after workin all week
You better be easy and watch how you speak
Most of the south got that license for heat
Like the hat on they hat and the boots on they feet
Boy We southern till death and these roots run so deep

Hook

This life I live
To the road I’m on
Words I say
To this back roads song
These boots I wear
And the way I talk
This truck that was built not bought
Blame it on the south
South
Blame it on the south