Milan Obrenović IX - One Song Lyrics
New and old stars of country, hear my stuff, yeah I know it's punchyAnd I hate to break it to ya but this song is gonna screw yaI've studied this game and I've raised the bar, worked with all the names, slept with all the starsThis won’t take long, soon you’re gonna see, this is the only song that we’ll ever need, it’s myOne song, this is it, my team says it’s a sure-fire hitBorn in Music City to a forty-man committeeHere’s my one song, you’re welcome, I can’t believe that they signed Blake SheltonForget about Hank, he's long gone, now everybody just crank my one songIt never gets old, this phrasing, I'll use it again, it's amazingA truck load of jeans in my basement, thanks to some genius product placementI see your George Strait and John Cash, you need more taste, that's some trashAs a matter of fact, same goes for all others, bad legacy act, those Bellamy BrothersCHORUSWait up, back up that truck, jack it up, I ain't high enoughThis is the part of the song where we get our states onNevada, South Dakota, Colorado, MinnesotaLouisiana, Indiana, I’m at home in AlabamaMississippi, it’s a pity I can’t visit New Your CityGeorgia goes without saying, Maine knows they’re amazingOklahoma fans are paying, start the car, I won't be stayingArizona’s got my message, California’s too progressiveMy Texas hood is massive, that’s a good demographicI remember Tennessee, selling drugs in the lobbyIf I wasn’t on tv, I’d be selling my bodyCHORUSLet’s raise a jar to my city sisters, in your hybrid cars with your bearded hipstersHey ho, hey hey ho, hey ho, hey hey hoI love my Bible Belt, they’re sure fans that care, let’s give a shout out to the man upstairsHe’s the great almighty, he’s the man that signed me, yeah, I sold my soul slightly but that’s all behind meI want a new ride, I’ll be needing a Lexus, wow, I’m on the inside, I’ll stop reading Bob LefsetzThat Garth box set, it’s a little concerning, well I know, heck, let’s have a record burningMy people want PR, they’re gonna start a foundation, give a job to ma, and avoid taxationI was there on the night when they wrote this tune, I gotta get a co-write, I was in the roomMy truck'll be South down by the water, don’t be creeped out, I swear I love your daughterWhen I get her all alone, she's gonna love me, I’m full of testosterone and bro-countryCHORUS(And if I gotta be frank, it’s so wrong, that this genius gotta end this one song)
