"Product Of Appalachia" lyrics
Blame it on my hometown, blame it on my roots
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain my attitude
Ayy, tryna make a livin', tryna to make a difference
Tryna get this money, tryna touch a million, stack it to the ceilin'
See, I remember summer nights back when we was children
Ninety-eight degrees, hot as hell, man, but we was chillin'
Okay, alright, I'm still alive and breathin'
Weathered every storm and every season
Every time they told me that I couldn't do it
I stayed focused and just kept believin'
Product of Appalachia, baby, and I ain't ever leavin'
I'm still learnin' to be patient and gracious
I'm still tryna stop myself from feelin' anxious
There's more to life than bein' rich and famous
I just pray for health and safety, Lord, amen
I'm on the road, driving fast, doing ninety, switching lanes
Goin' home, gettin' back, tell my girl I'm on the way
In this town, what goes around, isn't that what people say?
If I leave or if I stay, I'm cursed either way
But all I want's a second chance to try and live a better life
'Cause, honey, I swear my hometown's where dreams go to die
But I'm still breathin', I'm still grievin', I'm still sleepin'
Absolutely terrible, I can't wait for the weekend
I done did some dirt in my past, but now I'm clean and
It's just me, still the same old small-town kid
Still doin' what I do and still tell it like it is
Still workin' on myself, still tryna make it big
Since I ain't dead yet, man, I might as well live
On the edge a little bit and let it go
A little country rap, a little rock 'n' roll
See, I won't ever quit, won't never sell my soul
I'm just bein' me and, man, I swear I really hope it show
Spittin' dirty like some Skoal, always reppin' country roads
What's the drama? I don't know, I just mind my business
Like I'm diggin' in the mountainside for some coal
It's West Virginia, baby, don't you know?
Blame it on my hometown, blame it on my roots
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain
Blame it on my hometown, blame it on my roots
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain my attitude
(Yeah, I'm still alive and breathin')
(Yeah, I'm still alive and breathin')
(Product of Appalachia, baby, and I ain't ever leavin')
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain my attitude
Ayy, tryna make a livin', tryna to make a difference
Tryna get this money, tryna touch a million, stack it to the ceilin'
See, I remember summer nights back when we was children
Ninety-eight degrees, hot as hell, man, but we was chillin'
Okay, alright, I'm still alive and breathin'
Weathered every storm and every season
Every time they told me that I couldn't do it
I stayed focused and just kept believin'
Product of Appalachia, baby, and I ain't ever leavin'
I'm still learnin' to be patient and gracious
I'm still tryna stop myself from feelin' anxious
There's more to life than bein' rich and famous
I just pray for health and safety, Lord, amen
I'm on the road, driving fast, doing ninety, switching lanes
Goin' home, gettin' back, tell my girl I'm on the way
In this town, what goes around, isn't that what people say?
If I leave or if I stay, I'm cursed either way
But all I want's a second chance to try and live a better life
'Cause, honey, I swear my hometown's where dreams go to die
But I'm still breathin', I'm still grievin', I'm still sleepin'
Absolutely terrible, I can't wait for the weekend
I done did some dirt in my past, but now I'm clean and
It's just me, still the same old small-town kid
Still doin' what I do and still tell it like it is
Still workin' on myself, still tryna make it big
Since I ain't dead yet, man, I might as well live
On the edge a little bit and let it go
A little country rap, a little rock 'n' roll
See, I won't ever quit, won't never sell my soul
I'm just bein' me and, man, I swear I really hope it show
Spittin' dirty like some Skoal, always reppin' country roads
What's the drama? I don't know, I just mind my business
Like I'm diggin' in the mountainside for some coal
It's West Virginia, baby, don't you know?
Blame it on my hometown, blame it on my roots
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain
Blame it on my hometown, blame it on my roots
Blame it on my mama, blame it on my youth
Blame it on the way I was raised on them good old days
If you wanna explain my attitude
(Yeah, I'm still alive and breathin')
(Yeah, I'm still alive and breathin')
(Product of Appalachia, baby, and I ain't ever leavin')
