intro : Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C G Am
my neck’s too . . red . . hmm . .
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
my town ninety percent white ,
blame god for my southern roots
G Am
thank him also cause i got the juice ,
leavin’ marks all on these music dudes
Dm C
like burnouts do with A 302 ,
we them , we them , we them holler boys
G Am
tatted – up , missin’ teeth and scars ,
gang shit off the front , boy
Dm C
grew up on a blow torch ,
we didn’t know no scott storch
G Am
all we knew was highland rim ,
case of beer and some race cars
Dm C
alpha male with the straight bars ,
dixie made me do it like i do
G
and if you got a problem
Am
with my side of town ,
just know we ain’t finna budge for you
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
Dm
they gon’ have to wait ’til i die ,
C
i done made it up too high
G
with this system , i won’t comply ,
Am
no rich folks can bribe me with rides
Dm
i done bought ’em all ,
C
left ’em in a field ,
shit my daily – driver is a rat rod
G Am
the day i’s born in music city
is the day that mainstream got outlawed
Dm
give the devil death stares ,
C
i ain’t never scared
G
roll with me or without me ,
Am
either way , i’m still here
Dm C
yeah , i’m still here ,
goin’ on like ten years
G
up – mother – motherfuckin’ – church ,
Am
615 ’til i’m outta here
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
outro : Dm C G Am
Dm C G Am – C
intro : Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C G Am
my neck’s too . . red . . hmm . .
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
my town ninety percent white ,
blame god for my southern roots
G Am
thank him also cause i got the juice ,
leavin’ marks all on these music dudes
Dm C
like burnouts do with A 302 ,
we them , we them , we them holler boys
G Am
tatted – up , missin’ teeth and scars ,
gang shit off the front , boy
Dm C
grew up on a blow torch ,
we didn’t know no scott storch
G Am
all we knew was highland rim ,
case of beer and some race cars
Dm C
alpha male with the straight bars ,
dixie made me do it like i do
G
and if you got a problem
Am
with my side of town ,
just know we ain’t finna budge for you
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
Dm
they gon’ have to wait ’til i die ,
C
i done made it up too high
G
with this system , i won’t comply ,
Am
no rich folks can bribe me with rides
Dm
i done bought ’em all ,
C
left ’em in a field ,
shit my daily – driver is a rat rod
G Am
the day i’s born in music city
is the day that mainstream got outlawed
Dm
give the devil death stares ,
C
i ain’t never scared
G
roll with me or without me ,
Am
either way , i’m still here
Dm C
yeah , i’m still here ,
goin’ on like ten years
G
up – mother – motherfuckin’ – church ,
Am
615 ’til i’m outta here
reff :
Dm C G Am
they said , my neck’s too red . .
Dm C
yeah , they said ,
G Am
my dream was a dead end . .
Dm C
they said people like me don’t trend ,
G Am
said my slang won’t ever get aired . .
Dm C
they said . .
G Am ( Dm )
my neck was too red . .
Dm C G Am
neck too red . .
Dm C
boy , your neck’s too red . .
G Am
my neck’s too red . .
outro : Dm C G Am
Dm C G Am – C
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