The Tennessean

Church
 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, to jump up into a thousand hands
 Rebel flag on stage, if you 'on'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
 UGK 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
 Daughter 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
 
 Church
 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, to jump up into a thousand hands
 Rebel flag on stage, if you 'on'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
 UGK 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
 Daughter 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