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Rodeo Lyrics


Upchurch Rodeo

[Chorus]
It ain't a rodeo without you in it
The bullshit you deal with every eight seconds
Yeah, it's all in the grip, some so rough
When it's always leavin' you down in the dust
Ain't a rodeo without a scar to show
Only wanna get high with the way down low
So before your grab your reins, go grab your coat
'Cause this horse ain't here for show

[Verse 1]
I'm too wild to settle down, like movies, I want action
If they gonna try to catch me, they need lassos made of platinum
I'm too dirty, I'm too dapper, every deal they offer after
All you hear from me is laughter 'cause I know thеy cappin' actors
Ain't no prop when you see tractors, I'm hip-hop's brand new adaptor
Drag a Yamaha in the studio to play a 700 Raptor
Got thе gold, he's got the platinum, a writer of southern anthems
And writer of dangerous endeavors to get to the top faster
[Chorus]
It ain't a rodeo without you in it
The bullshit you deal with every eight seconds
Yeah, it's all in the grip, some so rough
When it's always leavin' you down in the dust
Ain't a rodeo without a scar to show
Only wanna get high with the way down low
So before your grab your reins, go grab your coat
'Cause this horse ain't here for show

[Verse 2]
I bring power of the lightnin', I bring trouble of the rain
Watch me waltz with a tornado 'til it withers over plains
I ain't crazy 'bout a Mercury, I'm crazy DNA
I need to cash or gas to make a pass to do the dashin' lanes
I don't pull up, I don't slide by
I be ghost, but in no ride, and I won't die
Give a, give a hater more tries, acres two wide
So illuminated, no glasses, call me four eyes, motherfucker

[Chorus]
It ain't a rodeo without you in it
The bullshit you deal with every eight seconds
Yeah, it's all in the grip, some so rough
When it's always leavin' you down in the dust
Ain't a rodeo without a scar to show
Only wanna get high with the way down low
So before your grab your reins, go grab your coat
'Cause this horse ain't here for show
It ain't a rodeo without you in it
The bullshit you deal with every eight seconds
Yeah, it's all in the grip, some so rough
When it's always leavin' you down in the dust
Ain't a rodeo without a scar to show
Only wanna get high with the way down low
So before your grab your reins, go grab your coat
'Cause this horse ain't here for show


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