The Tennessean

Church struggle

Damn I feel like Elvis Presley dog
Paparazzi poppin' shit
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 fuck '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 fuckin' plays
Still ain't kissin' no ass you know it
Bitch I'm headbangin' like I'm drunk
Out in a rock band 230 pounds
Still jumpin' 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 bitch

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

From 51st in the Verge 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 after
I smoke me a doob
Yeah, I rollin' stoned in Rolling Stone
Cussin' out that author right
Well, fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' win
So fuck the whole game with
Two tatted middle fingers
Don't go steppin' in my woods unless
You RHECin' with me stranger

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

Black feet 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 harder 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 shit 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 ass
Us Tennesseans never say die

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)