[Chorus: Struggle Jennings]
I’m on the back road, country boy style with mash
I’m upside down in the sand like an hourglass
Like an hourglass
Hourglass
I take a minute to relax while the hours pass
I’m upside down in the sand like an hourglass
An hourglass (Upchurch)
Hourglass
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Hours pass in the hourglass, hours pass and they’re passin’ fast
Everybody got a vision of the future past, just save the presence of the last
I still gotta rap to tell y’all shit, still gotta rap to represent
Still gotta rap for everybody at the bottom, middle finger to the haters, can’t tell me shit
Grew up, mobile home, now I’m famous, mobile phone
People wanna kick it with me in different area codes
It’s crazy how you grow up gettin’ kicked around by multiples
And now you’re squatted up with country boys knockin’ out them Tonka Toys
AR-15’s, HID’s, light bars, 33’s
Hidin’ up in them Tennessee trees like I’m only in the holler tryin’ to get some peace
It’s quiet I can only hear the spirits whisperin’
The sound of nature is my stress reliever, won’t you listen in
I’m howlin’ at the moon, petrified by its gloom
I never thought I’d be here failin’ in the classroom
Middle fingers up, I’m Catholic with the f*cks I give for real, boy
Life’s hard mask down like it’s all steel toe
[Chorus: Struggle Jennings]
I’m on the back road, country boy style with mash
I’m upside down in the sand like an hourglass
Like an hourglass
Hourglass
I take a minute to relax while the hours pass
I’m upside down in the sand like an hourglass
An hourglass
Hourglass [Intro]
Hahahahaha
[Verse 1: Struggle Jennings]
Yeah, my successes were deserved
Looking in they eyes, I see them haters is perturbed
But I am not disturbed, I kick the hatred to the curb
And to think that I would quit on your behalf would be absurd
I’m movin’ in and I accept no eviction
Listen to the sound of my voice, you hear conviction
Hick evicted, waitin’ on the quidles
With a hand full of Skittles, trying to figure out the riddles
The fat lady sang, the little man plays the fiddle
We found out you got a family full of rats like the Littles (Like the Littles)
Little lover slums bubba come and get you some, yes
Pour a little rum and make a toast for the morning sun
Good night moon, sorry that I’m leavin’ so soon
They booked to Cancun ’round noon
I’m outta here mami, hasta luego
Sunset on the haters, where the day go?