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Correct The Tennessean Lyrics
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[Intro: Upchurch] Church Struggle [Verse 1: Upchurch] 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 [Chorus: Upchurch] 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 [Verse 2: Upchurch] 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 [Chorus: Upchurch] 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 [Verse 3: Struggle Jennings] 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 [Chorus: Upchurch] 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)
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