Colt Ford - Outshine Me lyrics
rate meI got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I'mma put it out here, let me tell y’all something
What d'y'all think my still be pumping?
90 proof, spit the truth
Stop telling everybody you can do what I do
So if you can, you better get like me
Go sit down and write a hit like me
From where I stand you ain't shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it, burn your throat it
Kids ain’t scared
I'm locked and loaded
Real is all me, they all can feel me
Dirt road da-steeple, man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark, me and my folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it
That's how we do it
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better than anyone does it
Y'all are chasing a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down, I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford, remember my name
Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth ‘cause I run these pastures
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I can't take this
I wanna make this real clear
What d'ya'll think I been doing here?
Switching gears and changing lanes
Jacking up trucks, running down lames
Light that flame for America
Cross that line I'll bury you
Gotta shotgun that'll take care of you
And a mud hole that' I'll bury you
Got a bunch of county folks all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks ain’t scared to fight
I'mma give it to you my way, dirt road, highway
Four wheel, crack it up, talk shit, back it up
Y’all a trip and I'm out of your league
Sipping shine and I'm hard to see
I'm something you'll never be
It's a pipe dream, you can't outshine me
‘Cause I’m dura-coated, turbo charged
Everything about me is large
Y'all are chasing a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down, I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford, remember my name
Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth ‘cause I run these pastures
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
