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upchurch - first day out remix lyrics

[intro]
yeah
church

[verse 1]
this is a message to my fans that lead life that kinda crazy
i’m still tryna wrap my mind around the fact that we all made it
yeah, i started in the holler, in the middle of the kutty
back when it was caulkin’ lines, caulk, paint and some putty
real talk, fl!ck you off, i’m lettin’ my power glide
you had faith in my -ss when i didn’t even have a ride
makin’ videos with no service, tryna post my sh-t online
walmart phones, straight talk, ’cause i was penny pinchin’ tight
every st-tch of clothes i had was h-lla stained and ripped up
people sayin’ hip hop don’t belong with none of you hick f-cks
like who want to hear a song about junkin’ metal for the cash flow
tell the game that i ain’t never known about slingin’ dope
say fit in where you get in, but i don’t have a category
all i got is a life and an ability to write a story
white boy, k!ll and chill, hoodrats be callin’ me norman
’cause they know i bait ’em in and then it turns into a murder
hey drew, remember back in the day
we fist fought in nolte’s cl-ss and got blood on the desk
and on the way to the office we both became best friends
sneakin’ in the brentwood houses d-mn near every weekend
hey man the ladies loved us, ‘specially ones that went to private school
’cause by the time that we was sixteen we already had some tattoos
sh-t man, time flies like that gt that you had then
spray painted it black, man we thought that we was that hot sh-t
hey dierdorff cracker, what they know about the creek
we was runnin’ h-lla wild while the neighborhood was sleepin’
we was raised around them felons that had warrants out for their arrest
but we wasn’t out here snitchin’ ’cause we realer than the f-ckin’ rest
hey sampson, remember when the police wouldn’t even let us out
i fell asleep in your monte carlo right in front of stormy’s house
remember when we spent them nights just chillin’ out at union hill
hidin’ in the toolbox ’cause we couldn’t pay admission fam
we done came a long way, now it’s creek squad, creek squad
dirty white boys from one lane roads southside goin’ too hard
ain’t seen nuthin’ like us, not even up from the telly dog
we come out shockin’ motherf-ckers like we got cattle prods
yeah i’m f-ckin’ ugly, yeah i’m slightly overweight
yeah i got a bunch of goons that’ll come and raid your place
yeah i live out in the country, yeah i like bein’ that redneck
sunburnt skin still cold around my d-mn neck
ridin’ around in trucks that was fresh back in the eighties
fully loaded when i’m rollin’ ashland city on the daily
’cause you crackhead motherf-ckers can get lit up i ain’t playin’
i ain’t botherin’ the sheriff if you steppin’ on my land
and i be hittin’ up my skins if you tryna cause a problem
there’s a couple hundred of ’em like coyotes in the holler
yeah i’m sweet tea sippin’ ’til my -ss got diabetes
but i got that southern muscle, f-ck you sissy box of wheaties
i be rollin’ ’round the city with some kelsea ballerini’s
pop off in that bronco ’cause i don’t care for lamborghinis
white paint, white walls, church st-tched in the headrest
on my oj simpson ’cause today i’m f-ckin’ k!llin’ sh-t
this track is f-ckin’ dead, call big homie with the mini ex
park it on my head and go and dig up all the rest of this
my brain like a goldmine, sh-t cracker i can hold mine
pokin’ me’s like gettin’ thrown in talibani landmines
if you’re trippin’ on my wires, consider yourself fired
just ask the last guy who had the bad idea to try
yeah they’re tryin’ to throw me out i told them dudes that i ain’t goin’
my diet is gasoline, nine matches and some flame throwers
but i could pull a water pistol on half of you f-ckin’ posers
squirt some jelly on them b-tches, throw ’em off in the toaster
because i’m eatin’ motherf-ckers like they packed inside a lunchable
i get hungry when i’m stoned and i’m makin’ them all uncomfortable
yeah they’re subbin’ my sh-t to see if i’m comin’ for them
’cause i’m the hillbilly still k!llin’ it, hick version of slim
it’s pond creek road, 5150 camo bandana
the realest nashville artists they’re comin’ through your antenna boy

[outro]
hahaha
i probably won’t ever come through your antenna
but, who f-cking cares
church
i love you guys

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