Johnny Cash

Let the band play
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 Honestly something has gotten into me lately
 I don't mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me
 We done created something epic
 Now they all wanna take it
 All they see is dollar signs and return from my fucking greatness
 Well, bitch I ain't for sale and I damn sure ain't just show and tell
 And there ain't no motherfucker that's alive right now
 That's gonna come top me on this scale
 'Cause I'm connected to the time and y'all connected to the phones
 How many followers all y'all got and how many hoes you're taking home
 On that little boy shit, I came into this world like fully grown
 'Bout to turn 26 and I already customized my tombstone
 My casket look like a Cadillac so when I lock this only door
 Arms crossed, eyes shut, people gonna look at me and say Good Lord
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
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 Hey
 I'm soul-searching a sole purpose,
 There's no certain curtain I'm supposed to emerge in
 Before a show opens a microphone is coded
 With the truth of man that's older than he leads on to be spoken
 But maybe the Illuminati is on the way that he's flowing, heh
 Yeah, fuck, I've recognized that a thousand times
 Still standing while I write a thousand rhymes
 Got a lot of people trying to give advice
 Honestly they should probably take mine
 I'm dressing like I'm the head of Tennessee amazed
 Rolling in a car took 20 on the dash
 Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash
 Give me some extra about the next
 Gosh, smoke his Mary Jane about the glass,
 Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash
 Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that,
 I'm from the woods but dirty dirty on the map
 Tennessee all the way to Alabama,
 Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana
 We about to party like Louisiana,
 I'ma make it rain like hurricane so cover
 Really got some nerve doing what I do
 Writing songs like motherfucker rules
 Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off
 But I'ma make it man, we're gonna set a cause
 The only person that could kill me is myself
 As legendary as underground'll ever get
 A Nashville man that you could never go forget it,
 When I'm done you know I'll be well-dressed, bitch
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
 Johnny Cash
 Black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
 Johnny Cash
 Black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, black on black
 Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
 Johnny Cash