This is a song about "Country live"

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Country is addicted, to the rubberband with a

So i ended up all alone

Different country and time zone

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Not hungry for my poetry

Hustle for dis country money

Yeah, they call me country grammar

She should have invited her

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Am i just a country boy, who rocks

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Leaving the country soaked with oceanic regions