Songtext C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. Upchurch

C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M.

Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church)
Yeah, okay

Eh, I be posted up in park, fumes comin' out my shit exhaust
Yellow lights just beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, boy look big like L Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm white trash that hit it big
They say I sound like Kid Rock if he's born in the south
Yeah, sweet potato pie and THC in my mouth
Got hollow tips in the nine, I'm so 6 1 to the 5
And I almost drowned in the river where Hank said we can survive

C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M.?
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You notice from before I was in every stoners playlist
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M
Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
I know they got them tags to cap the rappers when I hunt shit

Been whippin' off of my soul forever
Until the ocean is an empty desertUntil a fat chick grows big wings
And sings the fuckin' National Anthem
I'm so river rat until I [?] off to a monster brah
I was a fish now I'm the megalodon that's hungry for your boat
And I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms
So much smoke out my windows I'm hearin' my neighbors fire alarm
Mr. Cheatham County, Mr. nothing you can tell me
Mr. one of Nashville's legends, Johnny Cash would be impressed with Church

C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M.?
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You notice from before I was in every stoners playlist
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M
Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
I know they got them tags to cap the rappers when I hunt shit
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)