Butane Baby, Brandon Mack - Sac Disease

(Don't touch that stereo!)
(Cheering)
We liked you better in Sacramento
We liked you, you better in Sacramento
We liked you better, uh, in Sacramento
We liked you, you better, uh, in Sacramento
We liked you better, uh, in Sacramento
We liked you, you better, uh, in Sacramento
(Uh)
Welcome to Hometown USA
I rock a microphone and I see that you all came
And in Atlanta I get booed off stage
It make you never wanna move off state, ain't no way
What are you kidding? Everybody loves me in my city
I'm oh so cool and my girl's so pretty
People from other cities always send pity
But I went to Raley's and I met 50 (yup!)
Isn't my hometown so great?
I'm right next to the capital of my home state (yup!)
And when I'm thirty I will procreate
And I certainly won't switch on my associates
Send my kids to the school I was sent to
Pay my bills two days 'fore the rent due
Ah, this is the life for me
Because it feels just oh so right to me
Please, you motherfuckers got Sac Disease
Relax 'fore your tracks got traction even
But they're going nuts in the family tree
You fuckers got Sac Disease, uh
You motherfuckers got Sac Disease
Mad 'cuz the act grows rapidly
How you expecting to blow in the City of Trees
You motherfuckers got Sac Disease, uh
I could never be a hometown hero (No!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No, no!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No, no!)
You used to be a star, used to shine like glitter
Like "oh my god, you were my favorite singer!"
Then your beats got better and blew up off Twitter...
I can't help but feel bitter (man, what the hell?)
I guess your hometown ain't important to you
The moment that you had people openin' for you
Missin' all your music vids maxing four-hundred views
When I seen them fuckin' ads was the moment of truth
You a sellout, mark ass, broke ass bitch!
If I ain't never put emojis under your shit
You wouldn't have no crib, you wouldn't have no whip
You would've never been able to move out this bitch
We used to be friends man, we were like that
Remember when I used to like your stories way back?
Or when I seen you at your job and you actually waved back?
Man... the times are too fast
Now your dumbass don't mean nothin' to me
Was your number one fan so much trouble to see?
Only come to Cali to see your family
You really ditched my trampoline for your aunty?
I always got the feeling you'd slip
Speaking for awards and my name gets skipped
Another fuckin' artist treat the fans like shit
Damn, you motherfuckers make me sick!
Please, you fuckers got Sac Disease
One quick hit song and the passion leave, uh
I tell 'em "bitch, quit gassin' me"
You fuckers got Sac Disease, uh
You motherfuckers got Sac Disease
Taking hometown love over platinum dreams
Staying 'round town so your fam can see
You fuckers got Sac Disease, uh
I could never be a hometown hero (No!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No, no!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No!)
I could never be a hometown hero (No, no!)
We liked you better in Sacramento
We liked you, you better in Sacramento
We liked you better, uh, in Sacramento
We liked you, you better, uh, in Sacramento

Written by:
Brandon Mack, Jimmy Tengan

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