SOLD OUT Songtext
von HARDY

HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY
HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY
HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY
HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY
HARDY, HARDY, HARDY

Gold records on the sheetrock
Not bad for a boy from Mississippi
Yeah, I could buy a Maybach
But I′m still in my F-150

And my last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be
A lotta things changed
Except one thing, me

I′m still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn
Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain′t sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain′t sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out


Yeah, middle finger to the sky, buddy, that′s right
I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time (yeah)
Keep your in-crowd, I′ll be the outcast
I'll be country ′til I'm dead, that's on my last name

My last name
Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it′d be
A lotta things changed
But if there′s somethin' you should know about me

I′m still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn
Ain′t afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram
Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out (yeah)
Yeah, wall to wall and I still ain′t sold out
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I′m gone and dead
.44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain′t sold out

Middle finger to the sky 'til I′m gone and dead
.44 in the Ford for the copperheads
Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house
Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out