Текст Upchurch – The Other Way
Текст:
Church, Church, Church, Church
Where did I begin, pouring ‘crete on a job sight
Painting on some trim, caulk making my blue jeans white
Sitting in Belle Meade eating grits on a Wednesday
It’s payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feelin’ hella from paint fumes, sweating every single hour
Hot and sticky from the oil based, semi-gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I’m from, blue collar with good sin
I’m fearless, put your fucking pistol away
Pussy use weapons bitch I’m throwing hands every day
But if you’re gonna use a knife I’ll bring a M1 Garand
Fucking with me gonna cost you ’bout a arm and a leg
Blood dripping out the gate of 90 model Chevy
No guns in the truck and it didn’t come from Bambi
Bitch I’m Jason Voorhees don’t fuck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber
I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slay
Feel like I’m the king and I just got a say
I’m sitting on a hill with crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I’m thinking a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different shit
I stand behind my words, you won’t catch me slip
And all the boots that I’ve worked on somebody’s stacking the hats
If you don’t like me bitch you can kiss my ass
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy
Ain’t nothing but a hound dog hanging out the Chevy
Other rappers don’t impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way
Pull up in the parking lot sounding like a honky-tonk
Taking no body’s shit, yeah that’s what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie, ain’t no telling what I’ll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman finna roll a bit
Spitting up a swish Larry Bird with the willow
Bitch I go hard like I’m half armadillo
I’m on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos
People sleeping on me like their own fifty pillow
Down from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherfucker
Chico born, Ashland ’cause I’m hot shit
Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand bitch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I’ll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt in tall grass
Materialistic shit is not what I’m about
I’m from every real motherfucker in the South
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change
You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walking
The other way
I don’t want your fucking little input, I don’t want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherfucking self
Because I wanna show the world that this shit can be done by your motherfucking self
So watch me do me
(Let the band play)
Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
Church, Church, Church, Church
