"I Can't Complain" lyrics
David Morris & Upchurch Lyrics
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Man, I'm from the hills in a state where the people die young or they move on out
Get locked up, spend life in prison, or just come up missing when the drugs run out (true)
I'm a product of them [?] (yeah) a broken home with some barroom fights (yeah)
[?] cancel foreign life 'cause my diamonds dancing like Jessica White
I'm an outlaw, baby [?] erase me, they all call me crazy
Just look at young David, making my way and I'm repping my state
I'm always holding it down for my hometown, I'm camouflaged head to toe now
The way I'm spitting this dirty, you'd think that I was dipping [?]
Used to be a young little skateboard kid, I was wild, I was waiting at the bus stop
Had Lunchables, Dunkaroos, Oreos, Mondos, and Capri Sun in my lunchbox
[?] me a two-tone '83 Chevrolet truck, gotta shake the dust off
They gon' be mad with they see me pull up with a square body like I'm SpongeBob
It's me and Upchurch, y'all knew it's gon' be absurd, y'all knew we's gon' flip the bird
At the whole industry, let 'em know that we coming and we taking over on our own terms
We could retire from rap and just make country, man, it ain't nothing, man
They still couldn't touch us, man
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it (Church)
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Yeah, I can't complain and can't refrain from hitting the game like a derailed train
They mad 'cause I'm ugly with [?] racks and a Mustang chain
Never signed no cap, getting capital [?] I rap with a twang and ain't nobody the same
Why? 'Cause I'm a one-off, sicker than COVID with [?] in hospital bed, I wouldn't fall off
Ain't no fun about it like [?] no shit to back it up, can't be detected
Like a legend, every ball I serve's effective [?] to a really small erection
There's a pandemic in session, my skill set ain't infected
And I'm balling hella big like my genealogy come from Texas
Dirty boots all in my Lexus, two twelves, call it Memphis
All south side on my playlist like what you know about Big K.R.I.T.?
Man, nevermind, must be a country thing
But if you ask about us, bet we'd probably say
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complainc
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Man, I'm from the hills in a state where the people die young or they move on out
Get locked up, spend life in prison, or just come up missing when the drugs run out (true)
I'm a product of them [?] (yeah) a broken home with some barroom fights (yeah)
[?] cancel foreign life 'cause my diamonds dancing like Jessica White
I'm an outlaw, baby [?] erase me, they all call me crazy
Just look at young David, making my way and I'm repping my state
I'm always holding it down for my hometown, I'm camouflaged head to toe now
The way I'm spitting this dirty, you'd think that I was dipping [?]
Used to be a young little skateboard kid, I was wild, I was waiting at the bus stop
Had Lunchables, Dunkaroos, Oreos, Mondos, and Capri Sun in my lunchbox
[?] me a two-tone '83 Chevrolet truck, gotta shake the dust off
They gon' be mad with they see me pull up with a square body like I'm SpongeBob
It's me and Upchurch, y'all knew it's gon' be absurd, y'all knew we's gon' flip the bird
At the whole industry, let 'em know that we coming and we taking over on our own terms
We could retire from rap and just make country, man, it ain't nothing, man
They still couldn't touch us, man
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it (Church)
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Yeah, I can't complain and can't refrain from hitting the game like a derailed train
They mad 'cause I'm ugly with [?] racks and a Mustang chain
Never signed no cap, getting capital [?] I rap with a twang and ain't nobody the same
Why? 'Cause I'm a one-off, sicker than COVID with [?] in hospital bed, I wouldn't fall off
Ain't no fun about it like [?] no shit to back it up, can't be detected
Like a legend, every ball I serve's effective [?] to a really small erection
There's a pandemic in session, my skill set ain't infected
And I'm balling hella big like my genealogy come from Texas
Dirty boots all in my Lexus, two twelves, call it Memphis
All south side on my playlist like what you know about Big K.R.I.T.?
Man, nevermind, must be a country thing
But if you ask about us, bet we'd probably say
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complain
Still riding backroads in the rain
Still doing everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody loving it
Yeah, I'm doing good, I can't complainc
