Artist: Colt Ford Album: Thanks For Listening Song: Outshine Me Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] I got a copper still hand built up in the hills Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me I'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something What d'y'all think my still be pumpin? 90 proof; spit the truth Stop telling everybody you can do what I do So if you can, you better get like me Go sit down and write a hit like me From where I stand you ain't shoot to me; Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still I won't sugar coat it; burn your throat it Kids ain't scared.. I'm Locked and loaded Real is all me; they all can feel me Dirt road disciple (da-steeple[?]); man of the people Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it That's how we do it Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it Do it a little better than anyone does it Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down; I'm a runaway train Colt Ford; remember my name Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures [Chorus 2x] I can't take this I wanna make this real clear What d'ya'll think I been doin' here? Switchin' gears and changing lanes Jackin' up trucks; running down Lames Light that flame for America Cross that line I'll bury ya; Gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya And a mudhole that I'll bury ya Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride; And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight I'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way four wheel, Jack it up; talk shit; back it up Yall a trip and I'm out of your league Sippin' shine and I'm hard to see I'm something that you'll never be It's a pipe dream, You can't outshine me Cause I'm dura-coated; turbo charged Everything about me is large Yall are chasin a thoroughbred Ya'll done got lapped I'm miles ahead Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train Colt Ford; remember my name Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures [Chorus 4x]