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Testo MEAN STREAK - Graham Barham

Testo della canzone MEAN STREAK (Graham Barham), tratta dall'album CLUB COUNTRY

I was just a blue Jean, flip-flop kid

Listenin' to LimeWire ripped-off hits

Out there in the pasture, sittin' in a tractor

Bumpin' that OG hip-hop shit

Maybe that's why my sound these days

Is a J45 on an 808

Yeah, I've always been this way, nothin's changed

I'm on a

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

I'm on that

Get what you see whenever you see me

And aw, well

If you don't like it, take it or leave me

'Cause I'm on a

Mean what I say and say what I mean, mean, mean streak

Everybody wanna have a word about who

Who I oughta be, what I oughta do

What I gotta play, what I gotta make, what I gotta break just to break through

But I'm done bitin' my tongue, holdin' my breath 'til I pop my lungs

I'm done, I'm done, I'm done

I'm on a

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

I'm on that

Get what you see whenever you see me

And aw, well

If you don't like it, take it or leave me

'Cause I'm on a

Mean what I say, say what I mean, mean, mean streak

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

Yeah, that's why my sound these days

A J45 on an 808

Yeah, I've always been this way, nothin's changed

I'm on a

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

I'm on that

Get what you see whenever you see me

And aw, well

If you don't like it, take it or leave me

'Cause I'm on a

Mean what I say, say what I mean, mean, mean streak

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

Mean what I say, say what I mean streak

So look, I grew up in a small town so small it felt shameless

And my mom would drive that Ford 40 miles so we'd be educated

Pops was in the field workin' seven days a week

Breakin' his back on a tractor tryna make a little green

I remember never orderin' sodas in the restaurants

So the bills would never go high, so high enough to break the bank accounts

Mama had two jobs at the church and the school

Always grindin' for her baby so we could go on trips with a pool

I never knew nothin' more than that town of a hundred

And a lotta you probably didn't know I grew up so country

I've come a long way from that little village

I made it all the way here on someone else's sweat and tears

And so, Father, I'm beggin' you to hear me

Can you take me higher?

I know there's golden roads

I wanna walk with you, Father

Would you pray for my soul?

I took my mama out to Paris on some "Oil Money"

They keep talkin' but don't listen to their hearts thumpin'

This world is crazy, and the kids are so confused

I only wanna be a light so the next generation doesn't lose

Sight of why we're all here, more than cigarettes and cold beer

I'm talkin' 'bout that journey God left for us all to fear

But I gotta trust in my man that one day it will all unfold

And everythin' we believe in will surly turn to gold

So perk your ears up and listen

I spent a many a nights wonderin' if these lyrics will ever make it

I moved my whole life here from dirt roads to neon lights

Walkin' empty streets so drunk I thought I might die

And I know it's kinda so low, so I roll up and get high

Smoke out every thought of never seein' a greater life

Who I am is kinda jaded

But, God, I pray, please don't hate me

Can you take me higher?

I know there's golden roads

I wanna walk with you, Father

Would you pray for my soul?

I've never been one to be cocky or scream, "Listen to my shit"

A wise man once said, "Tread light and carry a big stick"

The less you speak about it, the more it is spoken of

So right now, I am prayin' I can mean somethin' more to the man up above

And, mama, I know you laid awake at night

Prayin' I wouldn't end up somewhere with no light

But don't think for a second I ain't still got it

Your prayers are finally gonna mean somethin'

I love you and daddy

Brother, sis, your big bro ain't here to be no phony

For the rest of the world, if you don't know, now you know

It's called Club Country

Credits
Writer(s): Autumn Marie Buysse, Graham Barham, James Colson Miracle, Gabe Foust
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