Correction Paroles Take My Hands par Upchurch

Featuring(s) : Trace Cyrus

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[Upchurch]
Bitch I've been on my kick, like Joe Rogan on gym days
Pickin' off the ticks crawlin' on me for free waves
But I'm drownin' these leeches in the water that they survived in
Poisonin' your mind like MK Ultra but times ten
You wanna mess with the black magic, while I strike matches
In briar patches, with rattlesnake fangs hissin' at ya
Makin' your heart rate go faster until your spirit explodes
Hell, I cover up my problems by the dump truck load

Drink until we blackout we're wanted in the club
They say I live too fast but I say I'm livin' good
Spend a lot of cash lifted trucks out in the woods
I'm swervin' off the bourbon and I'm so misunderstood
Temple of the church in my rear view mirror
Now smokin' that fire and we can't see clearer
Look into the barrel, shotgun in my hand
I'm searchin' for the answers, God, come and take my hands
God, come and take my hands

[Upchurch]
I went from bein' a farm boy, to bein' the farm boy
With a million cameras always followin' me through the dark fold
When the curtain opens up it's like they 'spect a new Elvis
I'm the one and only Church, leave the suede in Memphis
'Cause I'm too dirty for radio, too grimy for country
Television shows talk to me like I'm stupid or somethin'
And motherf*cker I'm gold, even if my records don't turn
'Cause all I need is tobacco fields and a tractor that runs
So before you attach to me like a six foot bush hog
Real recognize real like war vets and outlaws
I got somethin' you ain't got and somethin' you can't even learn
The Tennessee that say f*ck y'all, roll one and burn

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