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The Hillbillies (Remix) Warren Hue
"The Hillbillies (Remix)" by Warren Hue, released in 2021, is a hip-hop track blending catchy beats with playful lyrics. It explores themes of rural identity, resilience, and a carefree lifestyle. Unique elements include a mix of traditional instruments and modern production. The song resonates with youth culture, highlighting a fusion of heritage and contemporary vibes. #HipHop
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[Intro]
I can see it from here right now, yo
[Verse]
Yeah
Do I really got shit bitch?
All I got is my bitch
Still at the crib don't got shit
Still fanning over these idols
Cameras over my self reflection
Adderall I need stress to vanish
Catapult to seek my best interests
Fuck that, I found peace in my bank account
Eating something I can't pronounce
Feeling young, same time left out
Still a son and my ma stressed out
Treat the fun like I can't miss out
'He hit one' okay not right now
My season coming like COD
New deal and customize POV
See the highs when I stay low-key
Like Junya branded my EYE, shit
3, dot and 'em since 14
I visualized the whole PIE
Wanna grow but I've been naïve
Wanna grow but I guess you trapped
So most my shit is 'bout my cheese
Found the l've from the masses every show I smile
Cause they know my dreams
Understand without no IG
Failed a class and had fake ID
Cigarettes I chain smoke like closer
Mirror and me got way much closer
Love myself I don't need no poster
Love myself and they all got kosher
Paper burning till the end like roaches
Double belt way I held composure
Damn, yeah
I can see it from here right now, yo
[Verse]
Yeah
Do I really got shit bitch?
All I got is my bitch
Still at the crib don't got shit
Still fanning over these idols
Cameras over my self reflection
Adderall I need stress to vanish
Catapult to seek my best interests
Fuck that, I found peace in my bank account
Eating something I can't pronounce
Feeling young, same time left out
Still a son and my ma stressed out
Treat the fun like I can't miss out
'He hit one' okay not right now
My season coming like COD
New deal and customize POV
See the highs when I stay low-key
Like Junya branded my EYE, shit
3, dot and 'em since 14
I visualized the whole PIE
Wanna grow but I've been naïve
Wanna grow but I guess you trapped
So most my shit is 'bout my cheese
Found the l've from the masses every show I smile
Cause they know my dreams
Understand without no IG
Failed a class and had fake ID
Cigarettes I chain smoke like closer
Mirror and me got way much closer
Love myself I don't need no poster
Love myself and they all got kosher
Paper burning till the end like roaches
Double belt way I held composure
Damn, yeah
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