| Church
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| Motha-fucka
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| Uhh umm
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| Look
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| Hey, too much Tennessee class
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| Every chick 'round me got a fat ass
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| Every skin with me got that blat
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| Every truck I’m in got bulletproof glass
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| Call it lawn care how I cut that grass
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| All white swag but your boy ain’t trash
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| Redneck truck when I get that bag
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| Put it in the bank for my kids and my kids, kids, kids, facts
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| I’m Elvis if he said fuck a lot
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| I’m Waylon if he didn’t see the cops
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| I’m Buddy Holly 'cause I got the bop
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| Nah, Richie Vallen watch 'em flip a top
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| Got these diamonds on me, look like tiny dancers
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| No one standin' by me I’m a drifter
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| If you say my name and don’t forget that mister
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| Up-to-the-Church walked through Hell in winter
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| I wanna be among the greatest
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| Every song of mine’s a vow
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| So one day I can be timeless
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| For the south, I’ll be around
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Oh-oh, it’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| And this is my vows
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| Sippin' tequila, they tell that I’m shitty
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| Them Holler Boys still causin' hell on these bitches
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| I’m drunk and I’m stumblin', man, I’ve been fumblin'
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| 45 done me then fell out my britches
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| All of these rappers been lyin' to us
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| You know me blowin' the finest of buds
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| Been Choppin' 'em down and linin' 'em up
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| Now the lines are damn near the same size of a slug
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| Tennessee shit they ain’t fuckin' with this
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| Told all them critics to suck on my dick
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| Double parked this big bitch in the middle of Broadway
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| Drunker than shit like, fuck it, I’m rich
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| The bottom in the holler so we think fucked up
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| I’m blowed, now you wanna show them back the Brinks truck up
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| I still goes in
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| Ask my close friends
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| I been known to go and burn at both ends
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| Church told me to go and talk my shit
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| Here I go skins
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| I wanna be among the greatest
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| Every song of mine’s a vow
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| So one day I can be timeless
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| For the south, I’ll be around
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Oh-oh, it’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| And this is my vows
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| Circle glasses like John Lennon
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| I’m a pioneer leavin' impressions
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| Leave a studio every day smellin' like resin
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| Hop up in the muscle car too fast, I reckon
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| But I won’t wreck on no track at a session
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| Bein' this cool that’s my profession
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| Orange diamonds on my neck, that’s a U.T. |
| pendant
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| On that country boy shit, mud slingin' on bitches
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| I’ma red, red, red, red, redneck
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| Write my own songs and checks with the same pen on my own desk
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| CEO of this whole shit
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| That’s why they dress like me and can’t knock off my old hits
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| Yeah, your boy got the soul kiss
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| Comin' in this bitch wetter than a couple pair of K-Swiss
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| Spotify spinnin' like a burnt disc
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| Keepin' levels of the
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| I wanna be among the greatest
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| Every song of mine’s a vow
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Just gotta ride it out
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| So one day I can be timeless
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| For the south, I’ll be around
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| Oh-oh, it’s goin' down right now
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| It’s goin' down right now
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| And this is my vows |