Papa Thicc — Wet counrty roads

I grew up overshadowed by colourful bomb shelter Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl Here I am devoted to my dog How I love the way you look in your periwinkle jeans Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye Where the colourful bomb shelter stand And the bean smelling nuclear fallout surround I'll ride my ariyan truck with you by my side There's a whisper in the Tennessee breeze Reminding me of Mussolini That whisper builds That whisper cries Mussolini in the morning skies You appear on the horizon Brushing that burnt hair from your eyes The city folk with their fancy gadgets Cement bomb shelter like grey tombs Don’t have nothin' on our way of life Just listen to the propaganda Don't live your life like a stalin Today might feel a time to be like a stalin But that ain't no way to lead a life You know, there's a lot I drive by in my ariyan truck Folk who is messing up Always stay alive, my dog Always stay alive In Tennessee, when I was a child I met an alive man "How can you be so alive?" asked I Here was his wise reply Don't live your life like a stalin Today might feel a time to be like a stalin But that ain't no way to lead a life Met an old lady who lived like a stalin "What happened to her?" asked I Here was his wise reprise Don't live your life like a stalin Today might feel a time to be like a stalin But that ain’t no way to lead a life That lady’s gone now It's sad really Word is, she had burnt hair once Little my dog, keep your jeans periwinkle Always stay alive, my dog Always stay alive Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda Propaganda, propaganda, propaganda...