Country Cruisin’ Terminally Skilled (Ft. Jelly Roll)

Terminally Skilled feat. Jelly Roll

“Country Cruisin’”

Guitar chords intro…

(Contagious) VERSE
I step out the crib like, Shotgun!
Hop in the whip, I got some
Of that dro, we roll in the old school
Low to the ground, we crawl like dachshunds
We gettin high in this bitch like top gun
Just gettin started, can’t stop son
So get a case of beer and make a pot run
And we gon’ party all night til the cops come
We just riding them old dirt back roads
Errybody knows them country cruisers
Back then, we were just a bunch of losers
Wouldn’t ne’er one of these here girls evеr choose us
Now we gettin looks, еverywhere they starin
You can hear us comin, got them speakers blarin
Keep that drama cuz we ain’t carin
We gon’ get lit til we in-co-herent!
Bou-bou-bouncin like we on chatter bumps
Crack a fifth and then break a stick
We got ounces, smokin them fatter blunts
With the windows up, cuz we boxin
Smoke so much, won’t be no detoxin
You can get drunk, or you can get high
Or you can get out, that’s your only 3 options, so
Relax your mind and drift away
Change your elevation
Let’s just take our time and get some space
Ain’t no destination
These the, times of our lives
So let’s, pile up and ride
Cuz ain’t nowhere that I’d rather be
Then cruisin down this country side, yeah