N’ Texas

(Chorus: Ty Dillon)
When the snow comes down it ain't stickin' 'round
I'm sweatin' bullets till New Year's Day
Nothin' 'round here this time o' year
Said the same old flat land lone start state
Over and over again and again
Hopin' for snow but a no in the end
The cold hard truth it ain't gonna change
Another closed door on an open range

(Verse 1: Street Hymns)
I'm just ridin' around my road, dawgs
Hair down like O' Dawg
No chance the snow fall
But I'm still throwin' like snowballs
When I say snow y'all
I ain't talkin' about blowin your nose when it's dope
I'm talkin' about blowin' your nose when it's froze
I'm talkin' about snow and the glow
I'm talkin' about snow like kids playin' games in the cold
Streets panda playin' games like snow with the road
Old concrete, I'm still gonna sow them seeds
One day I'm gonna reap, but I don't need to see to believe
Believin' the scene, and i've seen the unseen
So why gotta faint like a child is three, this wasted the tree
But everyone wants the American Dream
But we get let down like America's team
I can't share and agree to the hollis
People there starving
I gotta make sure that they eat
I can't put that on Dasher, or Dancer, or Prancer
I put that on Mama, I put that on me
The most that we gettin' is sleep
We still at the door like a wreath
We still turnin' up in the heat
Aye, that's how we like it in Texas (aye)
If you want (?)
Reindeers in my bag, homie Santa in my bag
Aye, that's how we like it in Texas (aye)
If you want (?)
Reindeers in my bag, homie Santa in my bag

(Chorus: Ty Dillon)
When the snow comes down it ain't stickin' 'round
I'm sweatin' bullets till New Year's Day
Nothin' 'round here this time o' year
Said the same old flat land lone start state
Over and over again and again
Hopin' for snow but a no in the end
The cold hard truth it ain't gonna change
Another closed door on an open range
When the snow comes down it ain't stickin' 'round
I'm sweatin' bullets till New Year's Day
Nothin' 'round here this time o' year
Said the same old flat land lone start state
Over and over again and again
Hopin' for snow but a no in the end
The cold hard truth it ain't gonna change
Another closed door on an open range