[Chorus: David Morris]
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still doin' everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain

[Verse 1: David Morris]
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 missin' when the drugs run out (True)
I'm a product of them Charleston nights (Yeah) a broken home with some barroom fights (Yeah)
Knowin' I came so far in life 'cause my diamonds dancin' like Jеssica White
I'm an outlaw, baby, Kanawha County raised me, thеy all call me crazy
Just look at young David, makin' my way and I'm reppin' my state
I'm always holdin' it down for my hometown, I'm camouflaged head to toe now
The way I'm spittin' this dirty, you'd think that I was dippin' some Skoal now
Used to be a young little skateboard kid, I was wild, I was waitin' at the bus stop
Had Lunchables, Dunkaroos, Oreos, Mondos, and Capri Sun in my lunchbox
'Bout to cop 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 comin' and we takin' over on our own terms
We could retire from rap and just make country, man, it ain't nothin', man
They still couldn't touch us, man
[Chorus: David Morris]
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still doin' everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it (Church)
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
Yeah, I can't complain and can't refrain from hittin' the game like a derailed train
They mad 'cause I'm ugly with thirty and thirty racks and a Mustang chain
Never signed no cap, gettin' capital gain, I rap with a twang and ain't nobody the same
Why? 'Cause I'm a one-off, sicker than COVID with no cough in a hospital bed, I wouldn't fall off
Ain't no butt about it like an anorexic, no shit to back it up, can't be detected
Like a legend, every bar I serve's effective like dope weed to a really small erection
There's a pandemic in session (In session), my skill set ain't infected (Infected)
And I'm ballin' hella big like my genealogy come from Texas
Dirty boots all in my Lexus (my Lexus), two twelves, call it Memphis (Memphis)
All southside on my playlist like what you know about Big K.R.I.T.?
Man, nevermind (Man, nevemind), must be a country thing (Must be a country thing)
But if you ask about us, bet we'd probably say

[Chorus: David Morris & Upchurch]
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still got dirt all on my jeans
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain
Still ridin' backroads in the rain
Still doin' everything they can't
Still 'bout that country shit, everybody lovin' it
Yeah, I'm doin' good, I can't complain