[Verse] Moonshine pours while the bassline slaps, Out in the sticks, where the skyline gaps. Cornfields whisper, gossip in the breeze, Crew back together, chillin' under pine trees. [Chorus] Ain't seen my homies in a long, long spell, Now we back kickin', raising all kinds of hell. Bills on the counter, let 'em sit and stack, Tonight we get high, just layin' back. [Verse 2] Rust on the truck, but the speakers pure gold, Bumpin' that beat, stories never get old. Cicadas hum, harmonize with the night, Pass that green, keep the circle tight. [Bridge] From hollers to highways, the bond stays strong, Every crack in the gravel sings our song. Ain't no rush, life's a slow-pour drink, Laugh 'til we wheeze, barely stop to think. [Chorus] Ain't seen my homies in a long, long spell, Now we back kickin', raising all kinds of hell. Bills on the counter, let 'em sit and stack, Tonight we get high, just layin' back. [Verse 3] Boots on the porch, fireflies in the glow, This Appalachian vibe's got a steady flow. Roll one up, toast to simpler days, We legends in the sticks, country kings in a haze.
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