[Verse 1]
My truck's so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline
My pockets so deep, I can eat McDonalds five days of the week
I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king
I'm off the ground, I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine
Speaking of Vietnam, I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong
When I spit with the kerosene
Preaching of see 'em wrong, grabbin' this piece, I retrieve 'em
And lead 'em wrong with this gift of a shared dream
Reach in the seat and then bone like rap the heat like a teeter
Now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe
Leap in the creek and the pond
Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs
I blend in with everything
[Chorus]
I'm too rock for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But I don't give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control
[Verse 2]
I get so drunk, I lean against walls when there is no walls
My team is so rowdy, they throwin' up the rebel flags when there is no cause
The south is still dirty, my Chevy pipes are clapping, I need no applause
Roll up like a tornado, windpark, fifty deep with nothing but hogs
I grew up on ZZ-Top when mama was bar-hopping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV knock
I grew up in need of pop
When mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pops, I happily needed not
They grew up a few easy crops and mama was more popping when [with easy guap] I sat with the PD cops
I knew it was either rock, and if wanted more options for me to clock, I happened to see hip-hop
My truck's so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline
My pockets so deep, I can eat McDonalds five days of the week
I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king
I'm off the ground, I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine
Speaking of Vietnam, I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong
When I spit with the kerosene
Preaching of see 'em wrong, grabbin' this piece, I retrieve 'em
And lead 'em wrong with this gift of a shared dream
Reach in the seat and then bone like rap the heat like a teeter
Now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe
Leap in the creek and the pond
Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs
I blend in with everything
[Chorus]
I'm too rock for hip-hop
Too hip-hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But I don't give a fuck what they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control
[Verse 2]
I get so drunk, I lean against walls when there is no walls
My team is so rowdy, they throwin' up the rebel flags when there is no cause
The south is still dirty, my Chevy pipes are clapping, I need no applause
Roll up like a tornado, windpark, fifty deep with nothing but hogs
I grew up on ZZ-Top when mama was bar-hopping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV knock
I grew up in need of pop
When mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pops, I happily needed not
They grew up a few easy crops and mama was more popping when [with easy guap] I sat with the PD cops
I knew it was either rock, and if wanted more options for me to clock, I happened to see hip-hop
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