Southern Livin
• Written by ElEyeAyEm
(Intro)
Yeahhh…
Where the sun hit different and the drawl hit smooth
We don’t rush nothin’—we just slide and groove
It’s the South, baby… let me show you how we do
(Verse 1)
From the red dirt roads to the candy-painted rides
We got pride in our roots and some heat in our stride
Cornbread dreams, collard green nights
Sunday service in the mornin', porch chillin’ by night
Got the bass in the trunk like a gator in the swamp
Still ridin' clean even when the block hot
Barbecue smoke, mama throwin' down plates
Sweet tea in my cup, got that Southern taste
“If you know what I mean”
(Chorus)
Down South where the soul run deep
Where the slang got a swing and the grind don't sleep
We ride slow, but we think real fast
From the pine to the palm, yeah, we built to last
It’s that down South livin’, that drawl in the flow
That cookout rhythm, that front porch glow
Whether Georgia, Texas, Bama, or the boot
When you talkin’ ‘bout the South, better speak that truth
(Verse 2)
Country grammar with a twist of that heat
We got gold in our grills and J’s on our feet
Cadillacs cruisin’ with the seats laid back
While the preacher still preach and the DJ slap tracks
We kings and queens of this Southern terrain
With a heart full of struggle and a soul full of flame
Hot summers, cool breeze, old school beats
We ain’t never had much, but we always eat
(Bridge)
It’s the sound of the crickets and the hum of a Chevy
Church bells ringin’ and the sauce always heavy
Family tight, and the love run wide
Ain’t just a place—it’s a whole damn vibe
“If you know what I mean”
(Chorus)
Down South where the soul run deep
Where the slang got a swing and the grind don't sleep
We ride slow, but we think real fast
From the pine to the palm, yeah, we built to last
It’s that down South livin’, that drawl in the flow
That cookout rhythm, that front porch glow
Whether Georgia, Texas, Bama, or the boot
When you talkin’ ‘bout the South, better speak that truth
(Outro)
So here’s a toast to the stars and the stripes
But the South got the soul, and the fire, and the rights
We don’t just talk it—we walk it with pride
That Southern life hit different… and we don’t gotta hide
