Backwoods Bandit Songtext
von Jay Webb

Yeah
Ain′t only takin' pills, I′m a backwoods bandit, yeah-yeah-yeah

I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf (top-shelf)
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself (myself)
Ay, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible Belt (mm)
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell

I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle′s comin′ too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin′ on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah

That .45 on my side when I'm ridin′ (.45)
Just fill it up, I ain't worried ′bout the mileage (mileage)
Liquor in my cup, if she want it, I'ma buy it (buy it)
This shit 'bout to bump, everything I make is timeless
So pour it up, no, there ain′t no in between, baby (′tween, baby)
You know I'ma treat you like a queen, baby
Know you down to fuck if you with me, baby (mm)


Last night, finished all the beer
When you ain′t around, mixin' brown with the clear
Probably gon′ drown from the liquor or the tears
So I'ma get it while I′m still here

I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf (top-shelf)
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself (myself)
Ay, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible Belt (mm)
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell

I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle′s comin′ too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin′ on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah

Like a backwoods bandit (yeah)
I came up on the scene like I already ran it (ran it)
Ain't fuckin′ with the dream of a kid that ain't have shit (have shit)
I got it all for me and ain′t shit been handed, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swallow pills just to keep from hurtin' (from hurtin')
Chasin′ bills, they don′t see me workin'
I quit back and lift for the weed and the bourbon, aw, yeah

Last night, finished all the beer
When you ain′t around, mixin' brown with the clear
Probably gon′ drown from the liquor or the tears
So I'ma get it while I′m still here


I want my bourbon on the rocks, make it top-shelf (top-shelf)
Jealous with my bitch, I want her all to myself (myself)
Ay, baby, I was born and raised in the Bible Belt (mm)
I used to pray for better days, knew that time would tell

I spent a thousand on some Lou's, no, I don't regret it
Southern Belle′s comin′ too, so don't get offended
Drop the top, show your tits, I can get romantic
Hatin′ on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Mm-mm-mm) hatin' on me, take your bitch like a backwoods bandit