NFM 239 (Remastered)

Gritty hick hop bounce with swampy slide guitar and trunk-rattling low end, Verses ride a laid-back but menacing pocket, male vocals spitting tight, visual bars, Hook opens up with gang vocals, banjo chops, and wide stereo claps, Sub stays heavy, hats skitter, and occasional reversed guitar swells add a haunted Everglades feel

[Intro] Yeah Lee County NFM Two three nine [Verse 1] Mud on my boots in a Circle K line Gator head hang from the powerline Tin roof rattle when the storm roll in Granddaddy truck still smell like gin Pine trees lean by the Caloosahatchee Cigs in the dash Middle school khakis Backroads taught me more than the class did Learned how to drive How to fight How to outlive [Chorus] Born and raised in that North Fort Myers Two three nine We the backroad riders Lee County dirt in my blood In my tires All my life in this heat In this fire North Fort Myers Yeah That NFM choir Screamin' two three nine Two three nine ‘Til I’m tired [Verse 2] Corner store lotto Styrofoam sweat Sheriff ride slow That spotlight set Bridge by the creek where we carved them names Some locked up Some burned in the flame Palms and pines But it ain’t vacation Trailer park dreams Whole generation Turn that pain to a pocket of pride Tattoo that zip on the left-hand side [Chorus]

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