Letra de «Anything But Country (break beat_no trap version).mp3»
Look, as a kid I just wanted to fit in
So I did whatever the crowd did
And one day I asked this girl at school
That I thought was cute, "Ayy, what you listening to?"
She said, "I like everything, you know. Everything except country."
"Me too."
And I ain't never gave it a shot, but they said it was wack, so I figured it's true
Fast forward twenty years later
You might see me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
I got a little older, formed my own opinion
Stopped letting other people do my own thinking
Sometimes I wonder how many things I've passed by
And even passed judgement 'fore I gave it a try
So I keep an open mind, no exceptions
Man, I'm going country, I hope you get the message, yeah (Uh)
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha) Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah) I think you might like you some country (Yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking?
Well, I grew up in a home Where my father wasn't in the home So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him Capiche? (Ha) I remember speaking in detail But only got football and females A girlfriend? He asked me if I had one And if so, never bring a Black one "It must something wrong with them" Well, that's what I thought back then I wonder what his parents taught him The irony is: the closest thing I had to a dad was a Black man They say don't judge a book by its cover, and never judge a man by his skin And never judge a song by its genre or hearts of the monsters that we should really fight against But it seems like–
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh I think you might like you some country Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking?
You might see me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country (Haha) Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah) I think you might like you some country (Yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking?
Well, I grew up in a home Where my father wasn't in the home So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him Capiche? (Ha) I remember speaking in detail But only got football and females A girlfriend? He asked me if I had one And if so, never bring a Black one "It must something wrong with them" Well, that's what I thought back then I wonder what his parents taught him The irony is: the closest thing I had to a dad was a Black man They say don't judge a book by its cover, and never judge a man by his skin And never judge a song by its genre or hearts of the monsters that we should really fight against But it seems like–
I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party
Bumping country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh I think you might like you some country Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking?
You might see me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player