[Intro – Acoustic Guitar, Sung Hook] It gets cold in Nashville come January Tags are filled and the woods feel empty Needed somethin’ new, somethin’ sun-soaked, bold Traded Carhartt flannel for designer gold [Verse 1 – Rap Verse, Trap Beat] Window seat, caught a buzz in the air Next stop west coast, no plan, no care Palm trees lined like a movie scene Cowboy boots on a private wing She had Malibu skin, model frame Said, “Back where you’re from, they all the same” She poured champagne, I miss sweet tea But them west coast lips got a hold on me [Pre-Chorus – Melodic Electric Guitar] Hollywood signs, Pacific views Still hear them old south blues [Chorus – Big Harmonies, Sung Hook] From Nashville to LA Ain’t nothin’ like them backroad days Can’t keep my gun in my truck These bougie bars ain’t rough enough From Nashville to LA I’m just a redneck outta place They don’t know my name And the sky ain’t the same No stars above this fame in LA [Verse 2 – Rap Verse, Bouncy Flow] Sunset strips and lifted dreams Don’t add up, know what I mean Y’all got Teslas, I got mud This ain’t whiskey, it’s rosé in a cup She got me up in a Beverly loft Talkin’ ’bout futures I never thought Said, “You could shine out here, be the man” All I want’s a fire and a slow-dance band [Bridge – Stripped Down, Acoustic + 808 Pulse] Thought I’d love the lights and heat But that southern drawl still sticks to me Miss that bass knock down the creek Not valet lines or designer sneaks [Chorus – Power Chorus, Full Backing Vocals] From Nashville to LA Ain’t nothin’ like them backroad days Can’t keep my gun in my truck These bougie bars ain’t rough enough From Nashville to LA I’m just a redneck outta place They don’t know my name And the sky ain’t the same No stars above this fame in LA [Outro – Fading Hook, Reverb-Heavy] Only thing I gained was sand in my boots Still askin’ myself what a redneck gon’ do From Nashville to LA (Beat drops… fades out)
