"Black Sheep" lyrics - WALKER HAYES

WALKER HAYES
"Black Sheep"

Chevrolet Blazer, square body
Back in the day, y'all, everybody down
Old Shell Road felt me thumping
Four twelves in the back, let 'em know I was coming
White dice, black ice, freshener
All I cared about was impressing her
Had that rear-view lean on her lipstick
Thank God she had a thing for misfits

[Chorus:]
Black sheep, black Chevy
Mobile, wasn't ready
Bump, bumping the six-disc changer
Bass kicking like Texas Ranger
She liked the way it shook
I liked the way she looked
Backseat, going far as she'd let me
So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy
Black sheep, black Chevy

Chrome bullet-hole rims on Bridgestones
Mean limousine, tinted windows
Like a pimp pulling up at her house
Her daddy in the yard yelling, "Turn that shit down"
Truck train to the party
Back it up, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Mamma praying for the day I was baptized
Cops had my plate memorized

[Chorus:]
Black sheep, black Chevy
Mobile, wasn't ready
Bump, bumping the six-disc changer
Bass kicking like Texas Ranger
She liked the way it shook
I liked the way she looked
Backseat, going far as she'd let me
So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy
Black sheep, black Chevy
Black sheep, black Chevy
So now that I'm a dad, I feel bad for her daddy