Squatted to the Sky

Yeah

Back bumper kissin’ that ground

Front end lookin’ at God

(uh)

Two-inch front plate, twelve in the back

Whole frame lean like it’s breakin’ its back

Tires so wide gotta creep, can’t hurry

Lip full of dust, paint flake, still purdy (yeah)

Chrome on the hitch, mud on the doors

Flag in the bed, dogs on all fours

Mama say “boy, that thing ain’t right”

But it turn more heads than a blue strobe light

I’m ridin’ squatted to the sky

Front up high, back sittin’ low

Neck stay broke when I slide on by

They all stare everywhere I go (skrrt)

If you ain’t draggin’ sparks, you ain’t my kind

Lifted nose, tail on the line

I’m ridin’ squatted to the sky

Let that frame scrape, baby, that’s my ride

Pull up at the meet, whole row get quiet

“Who that? What that? Somebody go buy it”

LED glow on the gravel like a stage

Whole town talk, I just add to the page

Girl in cutoffs climb in on my side

Say she hate trucks till she feel this ride

Seat laid back, see the stars through the glass

If it ain’t three feet higher than your past, I pass (yeah)

I’m ridin’ squatted to the sky

Front up high, back sittin’ low

Neck stay broke when I slide on by

They all stare everywhere I go (hey)

If you ain’t draggin’ sparks, you ain’t my kind

Lifted nose, tail on the line

I’m ridin’ squatted to the sky

Let that frame scrape, baby, that’s my ride