Overtime - Bad Attitude

Tell 'em all stop fuckin' wit' me,
I ain't playin' no games now.
I'm a country boy, I got a bad attitude
And if I say some shit I bet I'm talkin' to you.
I got a bottle of jack and cigarettes in the ashtray.
I don't really drink so you know it's been a bad day.
Fuckin' wit' my vibe and you'll get it in a bad way.
Get like this, better get up out of my way!
Let me tell you how I came up,
Beats in the basement, man I really came up.
Now I'm gettin' placements from The Foundation,
Hunger In My Stomach still getting me a paycheck.
Lotta heat from a bunch of rappers who aint made shit,
Always on the road but I need a vacation.
Still I'm in the lab you can call it dedication.
I ain't slowin' down naw rubber to the pavement bitch!

Light the roof on fire, till I'm ash and blown away
Till they line me up and shoot me down, I'm gonna hold my ground and stay
And I be holdin' on to this rodeo till that hell turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.

Lookin' in the rearview all I see is dirt road,
Dust from the wheels and it's never gonna settle.
Tell me how to live and I'll show you heavy metal,
I ain't gonna bend or break for no devil.
You can never fall when you standing tall,
You put your chest out lookin' like you're ready to brawl,
Better look me in the eyes if you want to address me,
And bring a fuckin' army if you want to arrest me.
I don't think you get it man I'm ready for war,
And that's for anyone thinkin' they can settle a score.
I ain't gangsta I'm just a regular guy,
A Montana boy, boots on and ready to ride.
I got an old truck I aint into anything flashy,
Got a good chick and into anything trashy,
Round here I ain't really lettin' nobody pass me,
Got a bad attitude and I'll show no mercy.

Light the roof on fire, till I'm ash and blown away
Till they line me up and shoot me down, I'm gonna hold my ground and stay
And I be holdin' on to this rodeo till that hell turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.

When you get like this, when you get like me,
When everybody knows who I am who I be,
When you still sit alone in a room with a beat,
With the 808 thumpin' like an old heartbeat.
When it's still on your mind are you're wasting your time?
Do you make your own way? Are you doin' just fine?
Do you need another day just to make up your mind?
Do you need a fuckin' label to be labeled as signed?
Do you do it on your own? Are you independent livin'?
I don't need nobody to tell me to live my life drivin'
I be gettin' what I'm gettin' and I'm given what I'm given
And I'll take it like a man cause I'll stand by my decisions.
Independent musician I got a vision and mission to listen to my inhabitation bout the life of a rap star.
Cause it's not all cracked up to money and fast cars.

Light the roof on fire, till I'm ash and blown away
Till they line me up and shoot me down, I'm gonna hold my ground and stay
And I be holdin' on to this rodeo till that hell turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.
Light the roof on fire, till I'm ash and blown away
Till they line me up and shoot me down, I'm gonna hold my ground and stay
And I be holdin' on to this rodeo till that hell turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.

Written by:
TYLER SANT

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