🧸TEDDY THUG🧸 COUNTRY LUNATIC.... The choice is yours #thuglife

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COUNTRY LUNATIC
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
LUNATIC NATION

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LYRICS

Y’all get to choosin'—what side you wanna see?
The trailer park tyrant or the soft part of me?
But don’t get it twisted, it’s on *you* how I act—
You bring the beast out, I don’t hold nothin’ back.
So you want the smoke or the slow dance, bitch?
'Cause I flip the switch quick like a lunatic with a killin’ itch.

I’m the meth-fed menace, born deep in the sticks,
Got a .45 Bible and a heart full of tricks.
Grew up with roaches, mold, and loose floorboards,
Mama sold pills, I kicked in backdoors.
Dodge Ram roarin’, exhaust spittin’ flames,
Hoes in booty shorts screamin' out my name.
Crack rock riches in a Folgers can,
I ran from the law in some steel-toed Vans.

Ain’t no peace where the hellhounds play,
Tatted-up knuckles been baptizin' strays.
Talk sweet, I might smile and pass ya the blunt,
Talk slick, get zipped in a black bag trunk.
Dirty South savage, outlaw by code,
I make nice with angels then fuck ‘em in the road.

Yeah, I’m a badass, white trash, ghetto-ass thug,
I’ll pistol-whip a preacher then kiss my plug.
But switch it up, I might write your name in stars,
Rub your feet, sing you love through prison bars.
You get what you give, don’t forget that, boo—
I’m a nightmare or a daydream, all up to you.

Now catch me in the moonlight, slow grindin' in the mud,
Holdin’ her hips like I’m holdin’ back blood.
Soft lips on a killer, what a dangerous sight,
Got a demon fallin’ in love every night.

She calms the rage, yeah, she bring that peace,
Turn my war-torn soul to a masterpiece.
We slow dance to gunshots and crickets singin’,
Dirt road halo, Southern love swingin’.

I'll draw her bath while the .40 sits close,
Rub her back, tell her secrets nobody knows.
Tat her name on my chest, right above the burn,
Be the fire she craves and the calm she yearn.

Yeah, I’m a badass white trash outlaw thug,
But I’ll make her feel safe with a velvet tug.
I can raise hell or build her a dream,
You choose the vibe — I’m both king and fiend.

See, my heart’s like a blade, sharp and scarred,
I done loved too hard and fought too hard.
Some days I’m a sinner, some days a saint,
Some nights I pray, most times I *can’t*.

You want loyalty? Bitch, I bleed that word.
But fuck me over once, and I’ll paint your curb.
Got rage in my blood and love in my veins,
Got a switch in my soul that unleashes chains.

So ask yourself—do you want the lover or the killer?
The rain-soaked poet or the trailer park driller?
You bring the vibe, I match it exact—
You want cuddles or chaos? I *never* hold back.
Country Lunatic, motherfucker... remember the name.
I’m heaven with horns or hell off the chain.