deep The walls of war were screaming, who was so hot and proud. In a world where people out some cuties young ass down, they were never understood. The single word he said, he cast into the walls when he wasn't well in bed. The boys we've got are rosers, the rosers in our midst. He will give the last laugh, it's the last thing he did. And he used to roll around in that red dirt run. Now he's skipping town, and that rosers out for blood. Don't stop going, going south. Because I'll etch you, play you music, real damn loud. Don't stop at you, head south. They will understand the words that are calling from your mouth. And that boy he called his daddy, and tell him what he did. As a master scream the lyrics of a messed up kid. And he told that old man he was never coming back to be cut down in it. And it's out of like that. Then he certainly came to learn people come to watch you fall. He's got to make a name out of full out of them all. And they'll never understand that boy and his kind. Because all they comprehend is a worthless dollar sign. Don't stop going, going south. Because I'll etch you, play you music, real damn loud. Don't stop at you, head south. They will understand the words that are calling from your mouth. And that boy he called his daddy, and tell him what he did. And he really came to learn people come to watch you fall. And that boy he called his daddy, and tell him what he did.