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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Programming
Andrew Baylis
Electric Guitar
Yelawolf
Vocals
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Electric Guitar
DJ Chill
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Andrew Baylis
Songwriter
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Ashley McBryde
Songwriter
Michael Atha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Producer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aidan Thompson
Recording Engineer
Grady Saxman
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mama was a pill-poppin' pretty little number
Tendin' bar at the Quality Inn
Every single day, she was uppin' the stakes
To a game that nobody could win
Her kids would stay the night with the neighbors
Mama wouldn't be home until later
We heard she was turnin' tricks for paper
That was just another Tuesday night in those trailers
[Chorus]
White trash roots run deeper
I done seen pain pills turn to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is somethin' that you can't outrun
Whoa (You can't unlive where you're from)
Whoa
You can't unlive where you're from
[Verse 2]
I know women who still love by the hour
I've seen men fall in love with the powder
I ain't kiddin', y'all, I've seen Fentanyl
Sneak in the deep and then sink in and end it all
I learned early that that's life
I seen dreams turn to ash at the end of a glass pipe
[Chorus]
White trash roots run deeper
I done seen pain pills turn to needles
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Is somethin' that you can't outrun
Whoa (You can't unlive where you're from)
Whoa
You can't unlive where you're from
[Bridge]
You can't unlive it, baby
But you can face it
Can't unlive where you're from
Embrace it all
And make the best of it
So let's go
[Verse 3]
Wakin' up to see another overdose
It left me down and broke, I had to hit the bottle
Had a alcoholic uncle addicted to crack
I looked back, and I had to hit the bottle
But mama got back on that powder
I could see in her eyes, she was hollow
Baby girl was just doin' the best she knew how to do
Raisin' her son with no father
[Verse 4]
Goin' deeper, I won't even bother
Take your medicine, hold it and swallow
But I can't sit and rot, like the cinderblocks
Underneath this old broken Impala
In the front yard, I go with the dogs
Pushin' up the weight but wasn't no weight bench
When Jelly was pickin' up calls back in Antioch and takin' a major risk
[Verse 5]
I was in Alabama at the trailer park, bangin' my head on the wall
Before I could buy my little girl a doll
Before Eminem ever gave me a call
I had that feelin' that you have
But I hit that roof and a light flashed
Look around, sit down, and write that
And Yelawolf took off on white trash
[Chorus]
White trash roots run deeper
I done seen pain pills turn to needles
I love ya'll
The things I've done to numb these feelings
Let's go, Jelly
Is somethin' that you can't outrun
Whoa (You can't unlive where you're from)
Whoa
You can't unlive where you're from
[Outro]
Whoa
Whoa
Written by: Andrew Baylis, Ashley McBryde, Jason Deford, Michael Atha, Zach Crowell