"Breathe Under Water" lyrics
Nu Breed & Jesse Howard Lyrics
These days my guns stay loaded
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
Now he's a big timer, but he's lost on the river
Never went without, never had them cold shivers
Had a silver spoon, was always warm in the winter
Drive a fancy car, never had to kill his dinner
No bloody hands, never really had a backbone
Never been too deep down the back road
Never shown no respect to a flagpole
Come on city boy, just another punk asshole
Me and mine, we gonna make it through them dark days
So take your ass on back down to park place
Before you end up in the deep end
Where them hungry ass sharks stay
We go hard ahead all day
Been here, done that, that's a given
Out back, guns out, country living
If you doubt that, find out, come and get it
We ain't going nowhere, but I'm about to go swimming
These days my guns stay loaded
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
Won't you take me back to them old days?
Just horses and the wagon
Shotgun shells and wishing wells
And you could hear them pistols blasting
Better give them hell but live to tell, let's write another chapter
We just want our country back and we gon' get what we after
Ain't no pastors in them fields, we the ones that keep it real
You come snooping around here, that'll probably get you killed
Cold steel under cold skies, arebel soul from the old times
Like Jesse James and those guys
I'm watching you with both eyes
And I ain't telling no lies
If you wanna come and get it, backwoods country living
Shotguns and ammunition, whiskey drink and steady sipping
Saying to hell with the system
I've been living at the bottom, so I'm about to go swimming
Y'all can hate it, or you can love it
But I promise we ain't budging
If them boys looking scared
Someone probably told them we're coming
So y'all better get running but don't head for them hills
That's where the hell we're living 'round here
We keep it real boy
These days my guns stay loaded
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
Now he's a big timer, but he's lost on the river
Never went without, never had them cold shivers
Had a silver spoon, was always warm in the winter
Drive a fancy car, never had to kill his dinner
No bloody hands, never really had a backbone
Never been too deep down the back road
Never shown no respect to a flagpole
Come on city boy, just another punk asshole
Me and mine, we gonna make it through them dark days
So take your ass on back down to park place
Before you end up in the deep end
Where them hungry ass sharks stay
We go hard ahead all day
Been here, done that, that's a given
Out back, guns out, country living
If you doubt that, find out, come and get it
We ain't going nowhere, but I'm about to go swimming
These days my guns stay loaded
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
Won't you take me back to them old days?
Just horses and the wagon
Shotgun shells and wishing wells
And you could hear them pistols blasting
Better give them hell but live to tell, let's write another chapter
We just want our country back and we gon' get what we after
Ain't no pastors in them fields, we the ones that keep it real
You come snooping around here, that'll probably get you killed
Cold steel under cold skies, arebel soul from the old times
Like Jesse James and those guys
I'm watching you with both eyes
And I ain't telling no lies
If you wanna come and get it, backwoods country living
Shotguns and ammunition, whiskey drink and steady sipping
Saying to hell with the system
I've been living at the bottom, so I'm about to go swimming
Y'all can hate it, or you can love it
But I promise we ain't budging
If them boys looking scared
Someone probably told them we're coming
So y'all better get running but don't head for them hills
That's where the hell we're living 'round here
We keep it real boy
These days my guns stay loaded
My family's a little more close
Sometimes we're barely floating
So please, don't rock this boat
But if we tip on over
We won't wash to the shore
We'll sink down to the bottom
Because we been here before
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
We can breathe underwater
Been down at the bottom so long
We can breathe underwater
So tell them to bring it on
