The Wild Ones - Creed Fisher

I’m an Outlaw Hippie kickin' back in the pines

Roll my smoke and a bottle of Shine

Foot on the gas never back down

Bitch how you like me now?

Seems like I’ve been crazy now for way too long

I poured my soul down into an old blues song

Always been known for taking things way too far

That’s how the wild ones are

Ain’t nothing like a lady raised down in the South

Hot little Momma let it all hang out

Pretty Southern Belle raisin' plenty Hell

Bailing Daddy’s ass out of jail

Seems like I’ve been crazy now for way too long

I poured my soul down into an old blues song

Always been known for taking things way too far

That’s how the wild ones are

You think you’re a Wild Child

Guess you better buckle up

Seems like I’ve been crazy now for way too long

I poured my soul down into an old blues song

Always been known for taking things way too far

That’s how the wild ones are

Always been known for taking things way too far

That’s how the wild ones are

I’m an Outlaw Hippie kickin' back in the pines

Roll my smoke and a bottle of Shine