Haymaker - Greyson Chance

Lyrics by：Greyson Chance/Sam Harris/Ryan Linvill

Composed by：Greyson Chance/Sam Harris/Ryan Linvill

Oh to be a hand on your wrist

Squeezing that **** until it opened up your fist

I oh I

Tried to be a friend to you but

Now we're rolling on the ground cracking ribs kicking dust up

Mama said "quit it" but you never really listen

I can feel the blood rush to my head

It was a gut punch when you said

I wasn't no one

Boy you hit a homerun

I can feel the house shake

Screaming at me 'til your jaw breaks

I know you hate me but I'll warn ya

Boy I'll always love ya

So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature

Hey brother hit me with your haymaker

If I could be the gun on your hip

I'd scratch my name on every bullet in your clip

Bang bang bang

Go on and take your aim

Cause brother we got the same blood

Grew up trucking through the same mud

Engines red from the same rust

So what's in you is what's in me

And I can feel the blood rush to my head

It was a gut punch when you said

I wasn't no one

Boy you hit a homerun

I can feel the house shake

Screaming at me 'til your jaw breaks

I know you hate me but I'll warn ya

Boy I'll always love ya

So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature

Hey brother hit me with your haymaker