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breaking south (remix) - swig whiskey lyrics

i’m taking over the broadcast for just a minute
so how can you win against someone who just doesn’t give a f*ck?
well… you can’t
swig swig swig swig
swig swig swig swig
swig swig swig swig
here we go motherf*cker

they like to say i’m c*cky so go ahead and call me kid rock
changed my last name “brown” to “white” like i’m the one who f*cking knocks
jesse is the first name might put a “duke” behind it
maybe i should switch the color again cause i like to say b*tch
but i ain’t about no dope besides how i talk, dress, and look
if you catch me in an rv it’s a chevrolet i took
bring the “duke” back in and take the “d” cause i know that you love it
put an “n” in place instead cause i’m dropping bombs off the summits
colorado summits vacay like a van sticker family
you skiing through my minefield b*tch you will not get the best of me
i see that you are testing me but i’m known for c average
thought you was from whole foods cause you layered like a fake ass cabbage
call me “king of the rotten” that’s corrosion of conformity
i got that metal tap without these hip*hop f*cks controlling me
deep south with ninety texan got them blood stains on my roots
still country like an outlaw i rock it all gun to boot motherf*cker

i ain’t from that h*town so i don’t mean them rockets
wanna tango? go ahead and meet me down at f*cking sundance
i was born around them heavy riffs, new guitars held by felons
just pull up to my bark and you’ll fall victim to natural selection mother*
f*cker i am here with a new lone star led rebellion
loud mouth like cut exhausts like sh*t yeah i’m that f*cking h*llian
i took in h*ll like it was my own kid and f*cking raised it
i make it sound badass no matter how i choose to phrase it
my phone looking tetris with all these f*cking blocks
i’m off busy writing sh*t i ain’t got time for your talks
only hear myself got a vacuum chamber mindset
just “me and the whiskey” d*mn quails living it
meet a weeb chick, ride her ass, call that sail her moon
you busy spotting icebergs but get knocked out by monsoons
waves crashing hard and harder but the storm just started
when you get back to the surface you’ll find your ship just departed
you stuck sinking and sinking while getting deeper and deeper
you trapped blowing bubbles while your mind grows fatiguing and weaker
you’re just a sad woodless beaver while i’m a f*cking sea creature
you making people deaf while i’m diving in and breaking depth meters
fly me to the moon and back i’ll sinatra proud
grab some shine, enough for me, cause i don’t hang around no crowds
all my axes live in texas walking lines like george strait
you stuck fighting your friends while i’m busy fighting off the state like
you the kind of lazy c*nt who’s known for taking shortcuts
i’m the king from the cut breaking doors that were once sealed shut
got a strict target list scribbled up and on my clipboards
like d*mn key west, why’d you go and call that hit for?
yet the only keys you got is ctrl, c, and v
looking like you strut around a f*cking google doc degree
i got multiple degrees and they’re all deep deep in the negative
i would’ve caught a cold but staying real is the best medicine
i’ve never played d&d but you sucking the title
larping public with wizards and sh*t i cast my spells with rifles
i drink so many bottles ain’t got enough ships to put in
so some i fill letters that go through my lips through my pen
i rock chin hairs like i’m sh*ggy but i call it a “layne staley”
vinyl records from seattle but i’m still d*d*dirty baby
every skyline, it’s own signature, our mark is burnett plaza
straight from where the west begins, h*ll yeah this cowtown is mi casa

ooh…
that’s gonna leave a mark!
go back to disney, i like it better when you did disney
b*tch

- swig whiskey lyrics

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