Music Video
Jelly Roll & Struggle Jennings - Outlaw Classics (feat. Upchurch)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Struggle Jennings
Vocals
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Vaughn Loring Freitag
Songwriter
William Harness
Songwriter
Lyrics
Y'all from Nashville
No, no, no, no
I'm from the real Nashville
(Uh)
Native to Nashville
Raised on the West Side
When Preston Taylor was the jungle
Rappers didn't mumble
Gangstas didn't dance
You got popped, you wore a muzzle
Street's had a code
We don't know you, we don't love you
Now I'm standin' in a crowd full of strangers in my city
With some kid from California singin' Conway Twitty
In my feelin's 'cause I'm feelin' like the villain in the 'Ville
To be real, I don't recognize half the people here
There's a tear in my beer
Make a toast, take a cheer
Live for the night, yesterday disappeared
When they tore down my neighborhood
High rise condo
Friends in high places
Fly high Mondo
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school, goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics
It's that tequila drinkin', coke sniffin'
Pill poppin', po pimpin'
Go get it
I'ma fuck around and leave with both women
Certified Nashvillains
Baby, we don't catch feelin's
Addicted to bad bitches
Adrenaline, fast livin'
Record label send the contract
I wipe my ass with it
Outlaws, no ass kissin'
Just like Johnny Cash did it
Yeah
This city, we be goin' hard
Long before they named the bars after country music stars
These scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls
The nights we stood in line
To hit a line in bathroom stalls
Hit that Tiger Mart
Get 30 deep on Friday night
We gon' cruise, holla at girls
And just ride all night
Alright
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school, goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics
Son, I was 17 years old
Still wet behind my fuckin' ears
Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo
Bumpin' through the 'Ville
Country as a 'mater
From the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone
All I knew was feedin' chickens
Chasin' girls and gettin' home
Past 2 o'clock
Music City went to sleep
Now it's mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth
Yeah, they running out of room
But dog, I'm used to pushin' and shovin'
I dove in every bar from Broadway to fuckin' DeMario
You ain't never seen a man
With no legs jam out with the fiddle
You ain't never seen the witch
With spoons get down and wet her whistle
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy
Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches
All the way to Campus West, ah
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stompin' grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school, goin' down slow
Like them outlaw classics
Written by: Jelly Roll, Struggle Jennings, Upchurch
