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upchurch - hi-deas 4 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
church, uh

[verse]
red carpet, gold lace
fake smile, fake waist
stop, pose, smile, eh
shutter flash, flash the mate dang
what’s a snake and sparkler to mr. joe dirt, ayy?
show me them b–bies, take the hammer to the p–p tank
kicking wing higher than the top of f-ckin’ snoop’s house
sh-g carpet like the van where fred and daphnee rolled out
that’s why i act like sh-ggy, smoke a bleezy hunt for ghosts
get possessed, become a legend with a pencil and a scope, po
put poison in your cranium, these bars are thick t-tanium
you couldn’t sink me in 1912 with iceburgs helpin’ ya
they told me knock on the door, ask to be let in
the river rat was floatin’ home on a door right then
you can blow that whistle and you’ll jack about a thousand times
but i’m ice cold, leave the haters frozen back in time
the poor boy stayed afloat, rockin’ bottoms like a tater sack
spicy cajun with the flows, mic inside a jerky shack
je-jeffery dahmer with the knife, you want beef i sell human flesh
from cuttin’ off the faces of people comin’ tryna piggyback
church, church, church you don’t answer none of my calls no more
so i’ma start some rumors, you’re a pr-ck because you’re ego brah
i see you eatin’ right now you’re gettin’ back in shape
since i’m just a lazy f-ck i’ll say you’re on c-ke and depressed
30 cars, four houses, bills paid, suck my bull nuts
record label, what is that? i sign my own checks son
i’ve been my own boss since i got fired from eddie’s market
took a p-ss inside a cl-ssroom, got expelled from halls of harpeth
dropped out, never even got my ged
failed english cl-ss every year now they’re readin’ on me
like i became a brain surgeon, or i play for lsu
i hate hearts tell the doctor print the cat scans for
i reckon you want to see how bad i’m rhecin’ in
i rhecin’ mud tracks runnin’ through the town
dirty dirty when i rhec the sh-t
they opened up a can of teenie weenie beanie weenies
i’ma eat the beat with minds slow, i hate the smell like denny’s
can i get these f-ckin’ sissies smothered covered extra onion
country rap needs a big shot, than you can call me paul bunyan
blue rocks in a white owl, yeah i’m hip-hop’s white al
since i blew up now it’s extra pimp to pull that tractor out
jason aldean said he’d take you for a ride
i’m the one that’s poppin’ wheelies, pto crank the high
you might die in my blind, i’m a rebel of my kind
i’ve been in this sh-t so long i got mushrooms growin’ on my flip side
i got the public eye trippin’ like their pupils dilated
hip-hop rubbin’ it’s eyes before they realized that i made it
the game is closin’, overdosin’ on some melatonin in the open
droolin’ on the window no direction where the f-ck you goin’?
remember back to when ol’ red had his evenin’ run?
or when george had to make amarillo by mornin’ sun
well i’m makin’ somethin’ also and i don’t know what it is yet
i don’t have to know ’cause i know i have a k!ller intellectual mindset
i know time is a d-mn track just like each track has a time
this is hours of thinkin’ just puzzle pieced together with a bunch of uneven lines
for uneven minds, no reason why
i’m just vocals through the d-mn system
but when i’m gone and the system crashes people still gonna tune in and listen
church

[outro]
stone baby stone
stone baby stone
stone baby stone

- upchurch lyrics

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