Burnin' Through These AI Credits

Lyrics: [chorus] I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. [verse] Oh no, my savings are gone, spent every last dollar trying to generate this song [echo last word three times] I don't got money, and I don't got a job, in truth baby, I'm just a big fat slob, oh, when things get natural, like nothing running in my blood, I'm like a comatose old dog, who's tired from the leash he was hangin' from, [chorus] I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. [verse] I'm slippin' my fingers— through the strings, Just fiddling to get a good chord in, Yeah I struggle some days to play my thoughts by ear, but still I play it anyways and twiddle through the year Let me get the caffeine, yeah, that's what I need, just enough to focus and let the good sounds bleed, [chorus] But, I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. [chorus refrain] Yeah, I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. [solo] [bridge] Well there goes fifty credits right there, Good enough to play at the county fair, But I see it spinnin, it's still generatin' And I swear to God if it's another 7 minutes and 59 seconds, I'm gonna shred on this guitar like there ain't no tomorrow shreds [chorus] But, I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. [chorus refrain] Yeah, I'm burning through these A.I credits, like my truck burns through the coal, Serve me peaches and cream down in— sweet Georgia, Good music never lasts, When the good lord takes you to that gold and ivory, You better— let the good times roll, pick up that guitar, son, and you better— learn to play it nice and fast. oh, you better learn to play it, nice and fast.