"#513" lyrics

Let me make this straight to y'all though
I'm not from a strange place, no
Not for sale, that's my motto
On the next flight for tomorrow
My best friend's fallin' off, probably 'cause Corona
My twin sister told me I need soldiers, not imposters
Soldiers, not imposters

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Hollywood will make you hollow
I'm too rooted in my ways
I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Bitches old as tree hollows
I'm too rooted in my ways

My babe just called me on a Tuesday
My Scion just broke down on the freeway
I'm not bothered anymore by these things
My destiny doesn't faze me
That's okay, I'll manifest a Mustang
Not to be vague, just love the way it rings

I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Hollywood will make you hollow
I'm too rooted in my ways
I don't really wanna follow
Tricky, trendy little things
Bitches old as tree hollows
I'm too rooted in my ways

Down to the T, down to the T
Gotta get that bag
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Y'all can't hold me back
Down to the T, down to the T
Gotta get that bag
Bounce to the beat, bounce to the beat
Y'all can't hold me back

I'm goin', goin', goin', goin'
I'm goin', goin' back, back
To Cincinnati
Keep talkin', talkin' smack 'cause you're never happy
I left the Nati
Now I'm back in Cali, Cali
I'll never blame my bad luck on nasty Nati
I'm goin', goin' back, back
To Cincinnati