Heartland (2021)




















Lil Bit lyrics - Nelly & Florida Georgia Line

What up Nelly?
You ready to do another one bruh?
Talk to 'em (uh, uh, uh, uh), haha
Yeah

Yeah, running all red lights
Pull up to the club, just to get, to get ahead, right
I do this shit every night
You can call it limelight, I'ma call it my life
Shawty looking alright
TK jeans on, ski-ski-skintight
She be shaking that taillight
Got me froze on the road like a deer in the headlights
Oh, backwoods wanna know if you can roll
Got CÎROC on the rocks, ice-cold
Got the coupe on the new town road
Real low, oh

I know we just met, but girl let's roll
Let's roll (whoa), let's roll, let's roll (hey)
I'll go anywhere you wanna go
Let's go (oh-oh)

And she said, "Take me to the country, show me where you from"
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me and we gon' have some fun"
I bring out my big wheel and you can climb on up
Girl, I think you a big deal, now show your boy some love (huh)
Just a lil bit, just a lil bit (uh)
Just a lil bit (yeah), just a lil bit (uh, uh, uh, uh)
We gon' have some fun, just a lil bit (uh)
Just a lil bit (yeah), just a lil bit (yeah)
We gon' have some

Shawty messing with a pro now, I'm a pronoun
I'm the who, what, when, where to go now, shows sold out
From the front to the back, hip-hop or the hoedown
Got the game on a go route, I'm the black Tom Brady in this, I'm the GOAT now
Shawty I'm so wild, Orleans out to SoCal, better know now

I know we just met, but girl let's roll
Let's roll (whoa), let's roll, let's roll (hey)
I'll go anywhere you wanna go
Let's go (whoa) (ay, ay)

And she said, "Take me to the country, show me where you from" (let's ride)
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me and we gon' have some fun"
I bring out my big wheel and you can climb on up
Girl, I think you a big deal, now show your boy some love (huh)
Just a lil bit, just a lil bit (yeah, baby)
Just a lil bit (yeah), just a lil bit (uh, uh, uh, uh)
We gon' have some fun, just a lil bit (uh)
Just a lil bit (yeah), just a lil bit (haha, yeah, yeah) (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Oh, backwoods wanna know if you can roll
Got CÎROC on the rocks, ice-cold
Got the coupe on the new town road (uh, uh, uh)
Real low, oh
Oh, backwoods wanna know if you can roll
Got CÎROC on the rocks, ice-cold
Got the coupe on the new town road
Real low, oh

And she said, "Take me to the country, show me where you from"
I said, "Shawty, you gon' love me and we gon' have some fun" (we back, man)
I bring out my big wheel and you can climb on up
Girl, I think you a big deal, now show your boy some love (huh)
Just a lil bit (ay, ay), just a lil bit (come on) (ay, ay)
Just a lil bit (ay, ay), just a lil bit
We gon' have some fun (ay, ay), just a lil bit (ay, ay)
Just a lil bit (ay, ay), just a lil bit
We gon' have some fun

High Horse lyrics - Nelly, BRELAND & Blanco Brown

Get up off of that high horse
Get up off of this train
Get up off of that high horse
And drop that thing on me
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (Train)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
And drop that thing on me

I like my girls a little country (Country)
Honky-tonk and blue jeans (Jeans)
Texas up to Kentucky (Kentucky)
I always hear the same thing (Uh, yeah, yeah)

If she Southern and pretty and 'bout an hour from the city
I'ma be there in thirty, that no cap (No cap)
Forgiatoed the Bentley, I know she lookin' at me silly
When I'm tellin' lil' shawty I don't rap (Don't rap, tell 'em, Blanc)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, let me do my thing

Get up off of that high horse
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse
And drop that thing on me (I said)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse (Ayy, uh, uh)
And drop that thing on me (I said)

Testimony, alimony, call it what it is (Yeah)
Lil' houses on the prairie to the mansions in the hill (Yeah)
Nudies, honky-tonk, blow her back in Nashville (Yeah)
Magic City Monday, throwin' twenty dollar bills

Every hole in the wall
Gon' be playing that funky stuff
Shawty, got a pretty girl complex (Ay)
Top floor penthouse of the complex
Every hole in the wall
Gon' be playing that country stuff
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, let me do my thing

Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse
And drop that thing on me (I said)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
And drop that thing on me (One time)

She a stallion with a big trunk
Like a Caddy Coupe DeVille (Skrrt, skrrt)
High fashion, she a shotgun
Killin' everything in them heels (Hey)
Like hey, come and drop that thing on me (Woo)
Like the do down in the A (Hey)
Turn around and make it shake, shake, shake, shake

Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse
And drop that thing on me (I said)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
Get up off of this train (This train)
Get up off of that high horse (Yeah)
And drop that thing on me, hey

Grits & Glamour lyrics - Nelly & Kane Brown

She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love ain't cheap, so I work all week

She's in her Sunday best 24/7
High school sweetheart, hometown legend
Lookin' like a ten but she closer to eleven, yeah, yeah
Do what she want, she rock a pawn shop throw, sippin' on a Fanta
Dreams by the river but she shoppin' in Atlanta
Ridin' in a Honda but she push it like a Phantom, yeah, yeah
Grits and glamor

Lil' bit hood, lil' country
That's just why she love me
Keep them commas coming, yeah
(Let's keep 'em coming, yeah)
Lil' bit hood, lil' country
That's just why she love me
Keep them commas coming, yeah

She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love ain't cheap, so I work all week (Work all week, yeah)

Uh, uh, you know I clean up nice, never gettin' dirty (Uh)
Stay up late but I go to work early (Early)
I'm a straight shooter like my last name Curry (Yeah)
Too many hoes, I got thirty under thirty (Damn)
Ballin' all night, yeah, your boy got range
Dropped out of college but your boy love brains
Hot girl summer with that country boy twang

She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic (Chic), and that's all I need (Come on)
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love ain't cheap, so I work all week (Yeah, ayy)

She love me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday even, yeah (Uh)
She love me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday even, yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)

She grits and glamor from Alabama
She's small town chic, and that's all I need (Yeah, yeah)
Grits and glamor, she's got standards
And love ain't cheap (No, no), so I work all week (Oh, grits and glamor)

Ms. Drive Me Crazy lyrics - Nelly, Darius Rucker & City Spud

She's a two-tone Chevy in the yard on blocks
Little TLC, she'll be burning up the blacktop
Don't know what she got, don't know what she got, yeah
FaceTime, talkin' dirty to her all night long
We done killed the phone, now we burnin' up the laptop
Said I like it a lot, said I like it a lot, yeah

Ooh-ooh, drive me wild
Slim in the waist with a ass for miles like
Ooh-ooh, can't cut her loose
She's on another level when she on that Goose
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss, ooh
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss drive me crazy
Little miss drive me wild
Little miss misbehavin'
Little miss drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Ma'am, tell me where you get that ass from
Love the way them thick lips sippin', let me have some
Tequila takin' you there, girl, let me take it from here
Just let me know when you're ready to go (Ready to go)
She said, "I never had a city boy"
She wanna ride with me and my city talk
She hit me on the horn, yeah, ready
A couple minutes later I'm pullin' off in a Chevy like
City talk, mama listen, mama talk
City listen, girl, that walk had a homie at attention
The way that dress fit your body got you thirty on a mission
Now she switchin', lookin' at me, blowin' kisses
Damn, girl, you know that body

Ooh-ooh, drive me wild
Slim in the waist with a ass for miles like
Ooh-ooh, can't cut her loose
She's on another level when she on that Goose
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss, ooh
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss drive me crazy
Little miss drive me wild
Little miss misbehavin'
Little miss drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Little devil in denim with dynamite
All torn up but they ripped just right
Show a little red lace at the red light
She's leanin' closer over here
She makes it harder, harder to steer

Ooh-ooh, drive me wild
Slim in the waist with a ass for miles like
Ooh-ooh, can't cut her loose
She's on another level when she on that Goose
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss, ooh
Hell yeah, that's my baby
Little miss, little miss, little miss drive me crazy
Little miss drive me wild
Little miss misbehavin' (Hell yeah, that's my baby)
Little miss drive me crazy, drive me crazy
Little miss drive me crazy
Little miss drive me wild
Little miss misbehavin' (Hell yeah, that's my baby)
Little miss drive me crazy, drive me crazy

Country Boy Do lyrics - Nelly & Tyler Hubbard

Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some buds on ice and the bud rolled tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do

All week, I be rakin'
Now weekend, I be lakin'
We wrap the truck, no paintin'
We celebrate, tailgate
Country boy to the heart
Strike me down if I'm lyin'
Yeah, I get cash, Johnny Cash, I be walkin' the line
And yeah they know me from the show me outta South Carolina
Down to Mississippi, Alabama, sweet Georgia pine, they be like

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
That's just how a country boy

Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some buds on ice and the bud rolled tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do
Got a twelve gauge shotty, in my stance, sittin' on my land
That's just how a country boy do
Got a styrofoam cup in my hand, that's just who I am
And that's just how a country boy do

That's right

Neither country boys got marriage
My four by four before bad bitches
My pimp cup stood up mad bitches
My Levi got that rare stitchin', yeah
I be crankin' hits up outta Nashville
So many, I see why they call it smashville, yeah
Another one, I'ma call it Cashville, yeah
Headbangers, you gon' need some advil

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
That's just how a country boy—

Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some buds on ice and the bud rolled tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do
Got a twelve gauge shotty, in my stance, sittin' on my land
That's just how a country boy do
Got a styrofoam cup in my hand, that's just who I am
And that's just how a country boy do

That's just how a country boy do (That's right)
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do

Pull up outside, shawty hop up in the ride
Got her sittin' in the sky
That's just how a country boy do
Got some buds on ice and the bud rolled tight
Just got off the nine to five
That's just how a country boy do
Got a twelve gauge shotty, in my stance, sittin' on my land
That's just how a country boy do
Got a styrofoam cup in my hand, that's just who I am
And that's just how a country boy do

That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do
That's just how a, that's just how a country boy do
That's just how a country boy do

Someone Somewhere lyrics - Nelly & George Birge

Every now and then the world needs a feel good song
'Cause sometimes life'll make you take the wrong way home
'Cause there's a road you know you shouldn't go down
You don't even feel at home in your hometown
Eight billion people here and you still feel alone

It could be me today
It could be you
But you know either way (Either way)
This is what we'll do

Pour a little out for someone somewhere
Try to find a little bit of light in the dark
In someone somewhere
Tryna move on from a broken heart, yeah
Everybody's gotta miss somebody
Everybody's gotta go through a little hell
For the ones that didn't make it to the party
Everybody gon' pour a little out for someone somewhere
Someone somewhere, yeah

Rush hour on a Friday
Seen a couple folks broke down on the highway
And they ain't even goin' my way
I'ma show a little love

'Cause that could've been me today
It could've been you
But you know either way
This is what we'll do

Pour a little out for someone somewhere
Try to find a little bit of light in the dark
In someone somewhere
Tryna move on from a broken heart, yeah
Everybody's gotta miss somebody
Everybody's gotta go through a little hell
For the ones that didn't make it to the party
Everybody gon' pour a little out for someone somewhere
Someone somewhere

'Cause that could've been me today (Could've been me)
It could've been you (Could've been you)
But you know either way (Either way)
This is what we'll do (Yeah, yeah)

Pour a little out for someone somewhere
Try to find a little bit of light in the dark
In someone somewhere
Tryna move on from a broken heart, yeah (Broken heart)
Everybody's gotta miss somebody
Everybody's gotta go through a little hell
For the ones that didn't make it to the party
Everybody gon' pour a little out for someone somewhere (Somewhere)
Someone somewhere (Mm, yeah)

5 Drinks Ago lyrics - Nelly

Said I wouldn't call ya
Said I wouldn't need ya
So I went and bought me some Tequila amnesia
Said I wouldn't sweat ya
Swore that I'd forget ya
No fuckin' up my good time, I said I'd never let ya

No FaceTimin', no drunk dialin', no crawling back in my bed
No late night, no candelights, tryna get you outta that dress
No slow jam, no holding hands, man, all that shit is dead
Yeah, that's everything that I said

And that was five drinks ago, five drinks ago
When you were just somebody that I used to know
When I was thinking sober, we were good and over
Said I wouldn't think about you
That was five drinks ago, five drinks ago, yeah
They shoulda cut me off, they shoulda took my phone
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout textin' some alcohol confessions
And everything I said I wouldn't do
That was five drinks ago
That was five, that was five
That was five drinks ago
That was five, uh, yeah

Ran into your mama, told me I should call ya
Told her, "Hey, don't bother, I'm done messin' with your daughter"
'Cause I don't need no drama (Yeah)
Period, no comma, yeah

No FaceTimin', no drunk dialin', no slidin' in yo' DMs
No late night, no candelights, no sharing mutual friends
No slow jam, no holding hands, man, all that shit is dead
Yeah, that's everything that I said

And that was five drinks ago, five drinks ago
When you were just somebody that I used to know
When I was thinking sober, we were good and over
Said I wouldn't think about you
That was five drinks ago, five drinks ago, yeah
They shoulda cut me off, they shoulda took my phone
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout textin' some alcohol confessions
And everything I said I wouldn't do
That was five drinks ago
That was five, that was five
That was five drinks ago
That was five

I probably would've left that past alone, oh
If I would've kept my ass at home

And that was five drinks ago, five drinks ago
When you were just somebody that I used to know
When I was thinking sober, we were good and over
Said I wouldn't think about you
That was five drinks ago, five drinks ago, yeah
They shoulda cut me off, they shoulda took my phone
'Cause I'm thinkin' 'bout textin' some alcohol confessions
And everything I said I wouldn't do
That was five drinks ago
That was five, that was five
That was five drinks ago
That was five

No FaceTimin', no drunk dialin', no crawling back in my bed
No late nights, no candelights, tryna get you outta that dress
(Uh, everybody in here, next round on me)
No slow jam, no holding hands, man, all that shit is dead
Yeah, that's everything that I said
Fuck it, somebody call me a Uber

Follow Me lyrics - Nelly & Chris Bandi

Ayy, two twelves in the back goin' crazy in my old-school Chevrolet
Ayy, lil' bop in the trunk make shawty at the red light look away

Ayy, we're just tryna go and have a good time
Somewhere where four-wheelin' ain't a crime
Clear your mind
Or maybe just get away

Follow me (Yeah)
Cross the river past the fields through the past
Follow me (Yeah)
To a place when we all gon' shine
When life gets crazy
Follow me (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Follow me

Follow me
(Oh, oh, yeah, yeah)

Home team, game day, tailgatin' with the gang in the parking lot
Ayy, toast to the New Year, everyone here, man, it means a lot

Ayy, we're just tryna go and have a good time
Somewhere where four-wheelin' ain't a crime
Clear your mind
And make it through another day

Follow me (Yeah)
Cross the river past the fields through the past
Follow me (Yeah)
To a place when we all gon' shine
When life gets crazy
Follow me (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Follow me

Follow me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Follow, follow me
If you're feelin' like it's over
If life gets crazy

Follow me (Yeah)
Cross the river past the fields through the past
Follow me (Yeah)
To a place when we all gon' shine
When life gets crazy
Follow me (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Follow me

Follow me (Follow me)
(Follow me)

Good Times Roll lyrics - Jimmie Allen & Nelly

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Brand new laces
Fresh pair of Jays, pocket full of blue faces
And I ain't rockin' nothin' basic
Vanilla Rollie on my wrist, I be ice, ice, baby
Good times, good vibes
Somewhere where I can go crazy
I need a good ride with some good tires (Yeah)
And I ain't talkin' Mercedes

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my 4x4
Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll Tide Roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yell it out) Let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) Let the good times roll

Still kinda hazy (Uh)
We still in this truck (Goin' down, down, baby)
We're gettin' small town faded (Uh)
Spinnin' mud through the tires of my F150

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my 4x4
Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll Tide Roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yell it out) Let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) Let the good times roll

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my 4x4
Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama
Yellin' out the window, "Roll Tide Roll"
Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, yell it out) Let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) Let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh) Goin' down, down, baby
(Ooh, ooh) Let the good times roll

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