"Backwoods" - Overtime feat. Cordell Drake

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Video Production by: Michael Graef
Instrumental Produced by: Wavbenderz
Song Written by: OverTime
Song Engineered by: OverTime
Song Mastered by: Sage Audio
Featuring: Cordell Drake
Copyright: Tyler Bugatti Entertainment, LLC

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Lyrics:

Chorus:

And I'm a rebel, in my way,
And I'm an outlaw, renegade.
On my bible, mama pray,
Till my downfall, dying day.

Verse:

Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, when I came in,
What I said to the game, when I claimed it,
When I told 'em I was taken all the bankroll,
Spend on my kinfolk, tell me I'm an angel,
I just wanna see my name though,
At the top of the marquee,
When I park at the party,
You can tether and feather and tar me with my blue collar army,
You ain't never gonna harm me, disbar me,
Nah uh uh, it's that that Johnny Rotten,
It's on and poppin' we gonna take it to the bank now,
I ain't one you wanna take out,
Blackout when I break out, better back down,
Overtime and I grind for days,
Intertwined wit' a mind that'll find a way,
Ain't no way I'ma die today,
So you can vibe wit' a rhyme when we congregate,
Ever wonder about the words I say,
Where they come from, how they concur my pain,
I just know that I've earned my way,
On the road I've paved, from the price I've paid,
Take a look at every bite I take,
Every night I pray that I do not wake,
From the dream I chase, every beat I grace,
I'ma be E E that great,
Lot of ya'll like who this cat,
Where the fuck did he do this at, Montana ya'll,
I'm just tryin' to make it through this act,
Make a track for the workin' class, better tell 'em all.
I'm just tryin' to make it on the road,
Top of the class, I'm honor roll,
Last year to this year I'm on a roll,
But I still ain't found that pot of gold.

Chorus:

And I'm a rebel, in my way,
And I'm an outlaw, renegade.
On my bible, mama pray,
Till my downfall, dying day.

Verse:

Got used to the dusty roads,
Where the country boys shot, rusty loads,
In a small town we ain't got a blindfold,
Lookin' out the window where the wind blow,
You ain't gonna tell me what I ain't gonna be,
when I aim for the beat wit' a shotgun,
Tell me that I'm on one, yo, Johnny and I'm rotten,
I can say 'n do what I want to,
Cause I'm onto Indy when I speak on a beat now,
Tell a hater get a beat down, when a run n try to leave town,
Half full cup, optimistic, have pull even when the shit not realistic,
Just tryin' to make my way past competition,
In a game where your fame is your opposition,
Tell me how you gonna pay admission when you're broke and livin' like a lost musician,
When your girls walkin' out the front door cause you spent your whole check on a home studio,
Bitch, how you feelin' me now?
Shoulda thought about thinkin' about stickin' around,
Yo, it's too late now, shoulda thought about that before kickin' me out,
Uh, now I'm livin' the life, full time rock star come to light,
Got money in the bank and an appetite, to get more but I know it ain't overnight,
But I'm dynamite, I might die tonight, so I'ma spit this shit till I'm outta sight,
Yo, it's black and white, gassed up, bags packed, takin' flight, uh.

Chorus:

And I'm a rebel, in my way,
And I'm an outlaw, renegade.
On my bible, mama pray,
Till my downfall, dying day.