[Intro]
Time, hmm time. Time is everlasting
Time is behind you for thousands of years and in front of you for thousands more
We are the marks in the trees, footsteps in the woods, the ripples in the water, and the whispers in the trees
Our souls will one day lurk over the everlasting legacy of what we left behind
For somebody else in the far future to stumble upon
In the miraculous timing
Here today, done tomorrow, but one thing is for surе, we are upon and one day will bе, ghosts
Church
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
(Ha ha) Hey!
[Verse 1]
Yeah hip hop rockin' to a tickin' exhaust
And got creek water, copperheads at my feet
Slitherin', hissin', but they ain't gonna bite me none
Rattlesnake venom drippin' off the bullets in my gun
Smile kinda crooked from the tobacco up in my gum
Porch lights flickerin' cause the ghost feelin' my buzz
Hill picking in the country, a place you'll never find
With the mean rock waters black berries on the vine
All I smell is muddy water, honeysuckles and deer meat
Cheatham County in my veins, dirty water has made me
That rebel flag junkie Mr. General E. Lee
With the voice of the mud strong heartbeat of Dixie, motherfucker
Time, hmm time. Time is everlasting
Time is behind you for thousands of years and in front of you for thousands more
We are the marks in the trees, footsteps in the woods, the ripples in the water, and the whispers in the trees
Our souls will one day lurk over the everlasting legacy of what we left behind
For somebody else in the far future to stumble upon
In the miraculous timing
Here today, done tomorrow, but one thing is for surе, we are upon and one day will bе, ghosts
Church
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
(Ha ha) Hey!
[Verse 1]
Yeah hip hop rockin' to a tickin' exhaust
And got creek water, copperheads at my feet
Slitherin', hissin', but they ain't gonna bite me none
Rattlesnake venom drippin' off the bullets in my gun
Smile kinda crooked from the tobacco up in my gum
Porch lights flickerin' cause the ghost feelin' my buzz
Hill picking in the country, a place you'll never find
With the mean rock waters black berries on the vine
All I smell is muddy water, honeysuckles and deer meat
Cheatham County in my veins, dirty water has made me
That rebel flag junkie Mr. General E. Lee
With the voice of the mud strong heartbeat of Dixie, motherfucker
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