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Kentucky Too Long

3:38red dirt, outlaw country, americana, alt country, honky tonk 2026-02-13

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Description

Producer, Mixing Engineer: Shooter Jennings

Vocalist, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Charley Crockett

Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: David Spreng

Recording Second Engineer: Nate Haessly

Mastering Engineer: Pete Lyman

Aand Radministrator: Gabrielle Rosen

Aand Rcoordinator: Sundhya Alter

Lyrics and translation

Original

(Bhristo, talk to 'em slime) man, ay, ay

Hope they leave the crime scene, very bloody, ayy, ayy

Hope they leave your crime scene, very bloody, ay, ay

Did that right, did that right, did that right

Yup, yup, yup, ay, ay

Did that right, did that right, did that right (yup, yup)

I risked my life, I risked my life, I got too high (yup, yup)

She got a bounty to break my heart, but, it's ice (hol' up, yup)

Breaking Bad, Walt' and Jesse, heart ice (yup, yup)

I did her bad, I caught her lurkin', just say "Hi" (yup, yup)

I'm in the 'Rari truck, thought a person couldn't fly (yup, yup)

Cap-ass rapper, we in person, now we cool

Okay, okay, okay

Mob say, "Tune, it's your way" (yup)

Seal crack feel like foreplay (crazy)

Cross a nigga out like Belichick (slatt)

Twin said, "Slatt, this your play" (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Mafia get my proceeds (yup)

Pretty ho thick, she a Stormy (no)

Say I'm in the mask like Voorhees (yup)

Blue pill, blue pill morphine (yup, yup, yup, ay, ay, ay)

Your main watch, it's a two-tone (ay, ay)

AMG long live the group home (ay, ay)

Me and that stuff keep a face card (ay)

Twin know he better not do wrong

Tell a bad ho, "Represent me," hit a wheelie in the Track' like a ten-speed

I was high in the sky, look Tiffany

Okay, okay, okay

Man, ay, ay (yup, yup)

Hope they leave the crime scene, very bloody, ay, ay

Hope they leave your crime scene, very bloody, ay, ay

Did that right, did that right, did that right

Yup, yup, yup, ay, ay

Did that right, did that right, did that right (yup, yup)

I risked my life, I risked my life, I got too high (yup, yup)

She got a bounty to break my heart, but, it's ice (hol' up, yup)

I'm not a violent person, I cry when the frickin' butterfly gets hit on the windshield

That's how soft and sentimental I am, 'cause I love life

Why would I want to destroy life?

Uh-uh, I always love to mumble 'til I get it like-, uh-uh

Left that shit, high as I am, you'd for-, uh-uh, yup

Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm on the way, she want the pape', I'm in the cut

Sorry I'm gone, oh, you meant that shit? If you high as I am, you'd forget that shit

You don't even get that shit, she see Chanel, CoCo, tryna hit that shit

Sorry I'm gone, oh, you meant that shit? Real junkie, I ain't never supposed to get this rich

Who is you with? Who in the pic'? What's in the cup? What do you feel?

Whatever you said, I felt in my gut, it's makin' it real

My life in Atlanta, started in Benz's, they was just old

I wasn't fakin' it, I was just waitin' for all of this

Whatever you said, I felt in my gut, it started this

Flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up, flex up, they need me

Identical twin, don't lie to me, you proud of me

Tryna be everywhere I could be

Why couldn't I split half of you? Fly the ho out, she can't laugh at you

It is what it is, it's stuck, it's stuck, can't change my past, we can't unfuck

I'm in the real Maybach, not the truck

I feel like the prince, I'm not tinting it up

I could be longin' myself, and they feelin' a way 'bout how I'm not dealin' with them

I'm startin' to notice they throwin' the pain on me, I told 'em my feelings is numb

I don't blame 'em, I don't feel it at all

I sip Sprite, and it's lookin' like pink, and it's feelings involved

She in the mirror, and she askin' me, "We livin' 'em up?"

I don't even see that much, but, whatever, twin, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Sorry I'm gone, oh, you meant that shit? If you high as I am, you'd forget that shit

You don't even get that shit, she see Chanel, CoCo, tryna hit that shit

Sorry I'm gone, oh, you meant that shit? Real junkie, I ain't never supposed to get this rich

Who is you with? Who in the pic'? What's in the cup? What do you feel?

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