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Daniel Payne - Alabama feat. Brian B-Flat Cook (Prod. By Bamboo205)
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Daniel Payne
Daniel Payne
Songwriter
Brian Cook
Brian Cook
Songwriter
Bamboo
Bamboo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bamboo
Bamboo
Producer

Lyrics

Alabama The place I call home Alabama So much joy and pain where I'm from Alabama You'll never leave too far away from me Alabama It's the place I call home Alabama Baby so much joy and pain where I'm from Alabama You'll never leave too far away from me I done been around the world A few times without you Lately you been on my mind I been thinking bout you All the times we shared And how I wouldn't be shit without you They asking what I see in you 'Cause most people doubt u They never been in Gadsden Looked across the Coosa Or ancient native burial grounds in Tuscaloosa Black warrior Tuscaloosa It's the Bible Belt where you'll lose your religion I lost mines I carried dope and a pistol So many my niggas they fell in that trap Rarely any opportunities especially from rap But home to soul like the temptations Rich in soul But one of the poorest places in the nation But some of the best food you ever had tasted Them biscuits and gravy Soul food bbq ribs but I don't eat swine Clear your spirit with a glass of moonshine Come on down I swear you'll have a good time Next to the sip on top of Florida Next to Georgia you been on my mind Alabama The place I call home Alabama So much joy and pain where I'm from Alabama You'll never leave too far away from me Alabama It's the place I call home Alabama Baby so much joy and pain where I'm from Alabama You'll never leave too far away from me Nothing but ghetto niggas and redneck crackers If you was living a fake life Right here reality gone smack you Time lapse you, things move slow The people ain't tho I done finessed big city niggas Out they work bag and hoes They gon respect Bama no matter where I go Most know who not to play with Number 1 them country folks Football is life Growing up we live for Friday night Saturday they gon' fight War eagle or roll tide We breed animals on them fields From Huntsville to Mobile I'm from the magic city, the city of steel Come for classic Hope you don't leave here zipped up in plastic Sometimes things do get drastic But I wouldn't have it, no other way I wouldn't trade it for them Sweet heat chips by Golden Flake Or that purple soda Grapico grape Milos tea or Green Acres plate No matter how much I make Still in my heart it's a place Fuck what they say Heart of the south Alabama my state
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