First, you must travel a long deslolate road

This road you travel will seem like nowhere

But nowhere will turn into somewhere

Keep your head up Bubba, dont let nobody get ya down

Cause that road you travel will turn around



Ive accepted every challenge and risen to all occasions

A country boy that got them shook like Randy, Mos, and Jason

Perhaps old Bubbas numerals dont fit in ya'lls equation

If your opinion coincides with that you ought to save them

Cuz to quote the greatest southern rapper, fuckin' period

Negative spirits, they only keep you down a myriad

Of Satan subtances, in my system, steal my wisdom

Is never once compromised, thats between God and I

Never once forgotten my manners cuz my Mamma

Played in public housing, be polite in Alabama

but she had a different plan for me and Russ and Ginger

Thank the Lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops they must remember

How you held around when them other clowns disappeared

taught me how to set the scope, shoot, and leave with the deer

And then he made me drink the blood to show me life was precious

The money rolled from nowhere to somewhere, here's my directions



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I know what its like to be nowhere

I know what its like

I know what its like to be nowhere

I know what its like



Can you relate to 5 kids, 6 fishsticks on the plate?

Or writing Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late

Or to catch the fish you bait the hook with little Dillans poopoo

On Mr. Allens property, he catch you he will shoot you

Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions

But where Im from being brokes  no honorable afflictions

Love some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted

But slum is still slum, so you best believe we told it

Every firearm from AK's to 30 30's

And from live rocks to livestocks it pays the early birdies

Thus we worked the land like you work the block with yay-yo

but I choose keys over cattle cuz the profit's way mo'

Might get locked away though, peddalin' some snowcones

So we keep it simplified with acres of that homegrown

Plus the finest shine you can find this side of Memphis

From east nowhere to west somewhere, still the grind is endless



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It all comes down to this, one last chance to advance

Beyond the second round of this big dance for my plans

Of being viewed as something special, more than just the other ones

Will vanish in the flavors that the flavored south has suffered from

The world's weight, plus a ton, restin on my shoulders

But what the tractors deem a curse is blessed to the beholder

Cuz Eminem's incredible, but did I really have to say this

For y'all to leave my soul at rest and add me to your playlist?

But this time Im anxious, let me clear that hurdle man

Cuz its gonna be a million more, who knows if they'll be worth a damn?

Bubba K I surely am, with that silky kind of sound

Carson, tell your folks that I'll be early for this time around

Cuz Ive come too far for my own mistakes to quell me

Looking back on self inflicted wounds and ache and ailment

Theres nothing they can tell me to leave somewhere in a hurry

If Im nowhere then thats nowhere and no one needs to worry (okie dokie)



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