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Bitch I've been on my kick, like Joe Rogan on gym days Pickin' off the ticks crawlin' on me for free waves But I'm drownin' these leeches in the water that they survived in Poisonin' your mind like MK Ultra but times ten You wanna mess with the black magic, while I strike matches And buy patches, with rattlesnake fangs hissin' at ya Makin' your heart rate go faster until your spirit explodes Hell, I cover up my problems by the dump truck load She can [?] got the [?] in the club They say I live too fast but I say I'm livin' good Spend a lot of cash at the trailer in the woods I'm swervin' off the road and then I'm so misunderstood Temple of the church in my rear view mirror Now smokin' that fire and we can't see clearer Look into the barrel, shotgun in my hand I'm searchin' for the answers, God, come and take my hands God, come and take my hands I went from bein' a farm boy, to bein' the farm boy With a million cameras always followin' me through the dark fold When the curtain opens up it's like they 'spect a new Elvis I'm the one and only Church, leave the suede in Memphis 'Cause I'm too dirty for radio, too grimy for country Television shows talk to me like I'm stupid or somethin' And motherfucker I'm gold, even if my records don't turn Letras de canciones'Cause all I need is tobacco fields and a tractor that runs So before you attach to me like a six foot bush hog Real recognize real like war vets and outlaws I got somethin' you ain't got and somethin' you can't even learn The Tennessee that say fuck y'all, roll one and burn She can [?] got the [?] in the club They say I live too fast but I say I'm livin' good Spend a lot of cash at the trailer in the woods I'm swervin' off the road and then I'm so misunderstood Temple of the church in my rear view mirror Now smokin' that fire and we can't see clearer Look into the barrel, shotgun in my hand I'm searchin' for the answers, God, come and take my hands God, come and take my hands From Letras Mania