[Intro: Upchurch]
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
When it's time to ride, we rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin'

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Catalog bigger than a Avon book
Voice loud like a motor in an old school truck
Walk like a caveman, brute force the beat drop
I be in the club like Flintstones to Bedrock
Yeah, ProCharge the Dyno, too cold, yes-yes I know
I've broken a thermostat, my state of mind froze
To thaw it out I need to furnish a furnace
Go burn it right after the mic drop
And I'm done tellin' myself every night
This next time I might pop
Keep dressin' for that award show
I hope your wardrobe is all fucked up
I already pop-pop-popped a couple times
Already drop-drop-drop-dropped the timeless rhymes
Every country kid across the world
Will forever and ever eye the prize with their friends at bonfires
So really, what do you think of me?
Hometown buddy gettin' stoned as fuck
Tennessee Titan, Hail Mary at the top of the mountain
Vols T on top of my motherfuckin' Gatling gun, brrah
They can still still all come and get it, brrah
"Southern Land", that's how I'm livin', brrah
Damn, all these haters, I've missed 'em
I was too busy stackin' ammunition
[Chorus: Adam Calhoun & Upchurch]
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open, open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (When it's time to ride, we rollin')
Can't nobody hide in the open, open (Can't nobody hide in the open)
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (Reap what you sow, what you sowin')

[Verse 2: Adam Calhoun]
Why am I so violent?
When I close my eyelids, I 'bout lose my shit
Like it's a mosh pit
On this mic I'm a monster, you barely conscious
I'm fully loaded, I'm ready for action
A pro at this shit, why we talkin' 'bout practice?
We got some white boys with some big automatics
That cut you in half, yeah they good with mathematics
I'm a starter when it's game time, got a .45 on my waistline
Who want what? Motherfucker, bang-bang time
Hang with a bunch of hillbillies
That share the same thought in they mind
I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't
I ain't got no blunt, but who wants smoke?
Been a long-ass haul down this old-ass road
Everywhere we go, they all know
[Chorus: Adam Calhoun & Upchurch]
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin'
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open, open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin'
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin', smokin' (Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin')
When it's time to ride, then we rollin', rollin' (When it's time to ride, we rollin')
Can't nobody hide in the open, open (Can't nobody hide in the open)
Reap what you sow, what you sowin', sowin' (Reap what you sow, what you sowin')

[Outro: Upchurch]
Sittin' 'round the bonfire smokin'
When it's time to ride, we rollin'
Can't nobody hide in the open
Reap what you sow, what you sowin'