CREDITS & LYRICS: COUNTRYBOY FREESTYLE

COUNTRYBOY FREESTYLE from AWKWARD LOVE LETTERS
(GALVIN L MCKINNEY)
JUSTAKINOTES (ASCAP)

production by DJ BRIMLO
all guitar parts by NICK WILKE
guitar parts recorded by NICK WILKE at ORANGE DOOR STUDIO
recorded and mixed DJ BRIMLO at THA MUZIQUE PHAKTORY

Chorus – DoUBangBeats
Country boys get love in the city
Big city girls love boys from the small town
(Repeat x2)

Verse 1 – DJ brimLo
I’m in the studio booth, starin’ up at the wall
And in the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call
I need love…
Used to be a stick up kid
So I think of all the devious things I did
Cold shoulder girls gave me ’til I was older
Not smooth enough to score
Shootin’ bricks, layin’ boulders
Decided in the morning, waking up like Folgers
Going west to Texas, where the Queens hold’em

Chorus – DoUBangBeats
Country boys get love in the city
Big city girls love boys from the small town
(Repeat x2)

Verse 2 – DJ brimLo
I pulled up in Austin ’07, ‘bout 8
On 3/25, Mississippi smell ya later
Drove 11 hours I was finally here
A new place to call home, brewed Lone Star Beer
I’m on the prowl
Light skinned chicks they wanna cup
Tryna to speak the lingo, I done came up
On this pick six, black on black ’06
Touchdown
No red nose, I’m tryna clown on the low
They say real players get chose
Started chillin’ with this broad and you already know
It’s the taper fade, edged up, kept low
Southern accent boy from the Gulf Coast
Working 3rd shift but never mopping floors
Might sweep your chick so you better keep her close
No friend request, just a quick poke
I ain’t talkin’ elbows, what I’m tryna let you know is

Chorus – DoUBangBeats
Country boys get love in the city
Big city girls love boys from the small town
(Repeat x2)

Verse 3 – DJ brimLo
She like Mr. Big Stuff, who do you think you are
Ain’t concerned with your clothes or big fine car
I’m like say, you snappin’ at me like I’m bae
The traits of a girl I’d like to date
We ain’t gotta make love, I’m down to wait
And I want you willin’ to participate
And if I give my all, reciprocate
When you get anxious, anticipate
Girl, and keep it on the hush
Don’t say no thang
I’m freaky deeky, I ain’t really here to play no games
Looking for my spottieottie in her own lane
Now is it you? At the beep press 2
If you need to hold hands with matchin’ shoes
I don’t wear straw hats or cowboy boots
I’m just cornbread fed and grew up on blues

Chorus – DoUBangBeats
Country boys get love in the city
Big city girls love boys from the small town
(Repeat x2)