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lirik lagu upchurch – the tennessean

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[intro: upchurch]
church
struggle

[verse 1: upchurch]
d-mn i feel like elvis presley dog, paparazzi poppin’ sh-t
so many flashes in my face, i fell off in a diamond pit
i’m drippin’ sweat from all my shows, and fans be takin’ pictures
yeah, i do it for the movement, don’t give a f-ck ’bout gettin’ richer
yeah, i’m ridin’ in that sleeper, challenger, you know it’s supercharged
i may have made some money, but i still reppin’ them junkyards
the kid from the country, who put the woods on the map
100 million f-ckin’ plays, still ain’t kissin’ no -ss
you know it, b-tch i’m headbangin’ like i’m drunk out in a rock band
230 pounds, to jump up into a thousand hands
rebel flag on stage, if you don’t like it leave the premises
if you hatin’ cracker then, why’d you buy a ticket b-tch

[chorus: upchurch]
i’m probably not what you wanted, know i’m not what you need
no need to impress you, won’t catch me on tv
i am what i come from and what i breathe
i guess i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
yeah, i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
and every time i cut a track you know it’s comin’ from the tennessean

[verse 2: upchurch]
[?] the verse to the ranchettes in the k
ashland city no omission so i’m blazin’ the hay
tobacco barn puffin’ ’til my eyes red and blue
look like a county cop car, try and smoke me a doob
yeah, i rollin’ stoned in rolling stone, cussin’ out that author right
well, f-ck that magazine, they made us look idiots no lie
they asked me for an interview, i tell ’em give me eighty grand
then take it to my shows, throw it all out to my f-ckin’ fans
’cause they should get the credit for this dope position that i’m in
every time i wake up all i want to do is f-ckin’ win
so f-ck the whole game with two tatted middle fingers
don’t go steppin’ in my woods unless you rhec it with me stranger

[chorus: upchurch]
i’m probably not what you wanted, know i’m not what you need
no need to impress you, won’t catch me on tv
i am what i come from and what i breathe
i guess i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
yeah, i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know (struggle) i’m bleedin’ orange
and every time i cut a track you know it’s comin’ from the tennessean

[verse 3: struggle jennings]
last week from the concrete, always beat the street ’til my knuckles bleed
feed the family, i’d die for that, never start a fight, but i fight back
westside ’til they shovel dirt in a big hole out in harpeth hills
say i made it, now life’s sweet, i can take you back to the hearty years
pgk and george strait, tried to stay straight between court dates
never made it, got a new indictment, couple warrants for me in four states
on the run, trust no one, backed in a corner with my guns out
feds rushed in, took all my money, even the silver spoon out my son mouth
gotta cry, ’cause daddy gone, but a five star from granddaddy’s song
outlaw sh-t took a lot of lives from a lot of people who was livin’ wrong
came home and i started grindin’, got my family back, and changed my life
one thing you can bet your -ss, us tennesseans never say die

[chorus: upchurch]
i’m probably not what you wanted, know i’m not what you need
no need to impress you, won’t catch me on tv
i am what i come from and what i breathe
i guess i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
yeah, i’m the tennessean
every time i cut a track you know i’m bleedin’ orange
and every time i cut a track you know it’s comin’ from the tennessean (tennessean, tennessean, tennessean)