Live From The Heartland

[Intro]
*car engine starts*
*tires peel out*

[Verse 1]
Comin' live from the Heartland, USA
Where dreams go to die and your friends get sent away
(Yeah)
Working to survive, 9-to-5 everyday
Spend your paycheck up at Walmart and Chick-Fil-A (whoa)
Pull up in a Honda, baby, we ain't got the top down (nah)
Parking lot at Taco Bell, I need that mild sauce now (mild sauce)
You askin' a lot of questions, lookin' like a cop now (woo-woo)
Eat your chicken quesadilla baby girl and calm down (who dat)
Country boy with the flow, that's me (that's me)
Might rock cowboy boots and Supreme (and Supreme)
Might put a lift kit on my Jeep (on my Jeep)
Might buy me a can of Wintergreen (whoa)
Might go crazy, 80, on the interstate-y *car speeds by*
Might just can F-150, whip it like its a Mercedes *car breaks*
Might show up in camouflage with entourage, at VMA's *paparazzi flashes*
Oh my gosh, it's Wavey Davey, yeah he's back and misbehaving
I'm that young stunna (yeah), I don't like no drama (whoa)
She do what she wanna (yeah), I do any genre (any of 'em)
It's feeling like a good ol' West Virginia summer (304)
Hit me if you got my number (brrrrr)

[Chorus]
See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday
I'm a truck at a Main Street light (at a Main Street light)
Yeah, I'm the kid next door sittin' on the front porch
Who grew up here all of his life (all of his life)
I said baby, I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter
Tryna make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can)
I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'
Coming live from this heartland (coming live)

[Verse 2]
I'm from a place not so far away in the USA
Every day, we're either overworked or we're underpaid
We need benefits, vacation days, a 401k (yea)
And maternity leave, she got a baby on the way *baby crying*
See everybody knows your name 'round here ('round here)
But ain't nobody famous 'round here ('round here)
A bunch of John Does riding 'round on John Deere
Might move to Texas and become a cattle auctioneer
Quarter, half, seventy-five, one, one twenty-five
One half, one seventy-five, who's gonna buy
Is it too high, going once, going two times
Sold to the man in the front with the Levis
Carhartt jacket and a peace sign
Myrtle Beach for a week, got tee time
Boy I've known you since knee high
And now you see why
I ain't sold my soul, I'm rock and roll
I'm on a roll, I'm out of control and now you know (now you know)
Pick a mean six string, got bars like soap (like soap)
And I dare y'all to tell me it ain't dope

[Chorus]
See I'm at church on a Sunday, hard at work on a Monday
I'm a truck at a Main Street light (at a Main Street light)
Yeah, I'm your friend next door sittin' on the back porch
Handing you a cold can of Bud Light *beer can opening*
I said baby I'm a fighter, I'm a stay-up-all-nighter
Tryna make it just as fast as I can (just as fast as I can)
I'm American schemin', I'm American dreamin'
Coming live from this heartland