| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| I been out here floatin' alone
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| No desire to touch base or to come back home
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| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| Let the heavy rain flood my home
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| I’ve been known to fall asleep inside severe storms
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| They know my name at every mall, see me pumpin' 93
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| Say what’s up Church when I ride by in that blacked out Ford GT
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| They write me stuff in my P.O., tell me 'bout their broken homes
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| Tell me 'bout their friend that died and how they jammed to Holler Boys
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| They give me hope when I got none and make me run when I’m 'bout done
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| Pick me up when it’s time to go and then I grab the pen, like loaded guns
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| Yeah, drop me in the trenches with no clothes or utensils
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| And I’ll still come out lookin' like the red carpet really missed me
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| If I don’t die for the music then my life is contradicting
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| That’s why when you click my Insta I’m in the river not sinkin'
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| With this life I wish no blinkin', every second I hate missin'
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| Seein' what I built off energetic purpose and great reason
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| Church
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| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| I’ve been out here floatin' alone
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| No desire to touch base or to come back home
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| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| Let the heavy rain flood my home
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| I been known to fall asleep inside severe storms
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| My word is all I got, so when I die you’ll still have 'em
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| I care so much I barely even promote my own albums
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| For the people I write for, there’s too much that I can say
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| I’m 20 albums deep and turned 30 the other day
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| The fact that I’m still bumpin' in people’s ears after a decade
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| Makes me proud that I came from the country, raised by only rednecks
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| I took what I had as a Holler Boy lookin' slick
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| But 'came a staple in music, not for fun or just to get rich
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| I’m creating a new cloth with a way better stitch
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| And when you put it on you feel like you the king of your sticks
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| Because that’s how the fans made me feel and it made me all this
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| And if love was a drug I’d prolly OD on all this shit
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| Church (Church, Church, Church, Church)
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| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| I’ve been out here floatin' alone
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| No desire to touch base or to come back home
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| I can’t shake this feelin'
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| I feel there’s no ceilin'
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| Let the heavy rain flood my home
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| I’ve been known to fall asleep inside severe storms |