Pure to the Grain Lyrics
Villebillies
: Demi
Still outlaw hail to the grain
Around here ain’t too much changed
Everybody still know my name
Livin’ that life in the fast lane
Still bangin’ that Southern slang
Still hollerin’ about what’s up mane
Villebilly boy ain’t no shame
Livin’ that life in the fast lane
1: Tuck and
Demi
Well, it’s Tuck to the monster, accept no impostor
All you do is hate shit and all we do is rock it
You can never stop it, even if you wanted
Got the boys in the back and they ’bout to get blunted
Me and myself I’mma take me a swig
With the bullet, with the bourbon now I’m swervin’ you dig
And ain’t shit changed but thе numbers in the crew
As long as I’m alivе we gon’ do what we do
2: Child
I’m a man on fire, better bring rain
Smoke on the water now it’s time to bring pain
Hands in the sky never tired by the wake
And I’ll never learn how many damn times will it take
Fuel-risen driven snow fresh from the sky
Hell’s what I give’em no flesh gonna fry
Loud’s what it’s gettin’ so wild is the villain
So thousands have tried to get the Child but they didn’t though
3: Demi
I ain’t no impostor just open up my locker
They kicked me out the school ’cause my swagger was improper
I turned into a Billy boy now I’m on the roster
Used to have a problem but now I have a sponsor
: Demi
Still outlaw hail to the grain
Around here ain’t too much changed
Everybody still know my name
Livin’ that life in the fast lane
Still bangin’ that Southern slang
Still hollerin’ about what’s up mane
Villebilly boy ain’t no shame
Livin’ that life in the fast lane
4: Demi
Hit man with the plan make the crowd work
Middle of the summer rockin’ black t-shirts
Got a 40 in my hand and I’m chillin’ like a villy and
Mixin’ up the medicine (mixin’ up the medicine)
Yes I’m a gentleman, Jacqueline and Carrie, uh
Mass hysterian, hatchet burier
They can keep waiting but it’s never gonna stop
‘Cause we beat to rap what we beat to rock
5: Dylan
I drop the heat but it’s cool as they comes
Smash on the beat while y’all twiddle your thumbs
High where I keep my chronic and twist blunts
I’m so unique, ebonics is no fun
I speak with a tweak and I live when I run
I got a fleet and a jeep and a couple of guns
I got friends from the heat but the South dirt stomp
Outlaw and I do what I want
: Demi
Still outlaw hail to the grain
Around here ain’t too much changed
Everybody still know my name
Livin’ that life in the fast lane
Still bangin’ that Southern slang
Still hollerin’ about what’s up mane
Villebilly boy ain’t no shame
Livin’ that life in the fast lane