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Church, Struggle

[Verse 1]

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Damn I feel like Elvis Presley dog, paparazzi poppin' shit
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So many flashes in my face, I fell off in a diamond pit
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I'm drippin' sweat from all my shows, and fans be takin' pictures
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Yeah, I do it for the movement, don't give a fuck 'bout gettin' richer
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Yeah, I'm ridin' in that sleeper, Challenger, you know it's supercharged
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I may have made some money, but I still reppin' them junkyards
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The kid from the country, who put the woods on the map
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100 million fuckin' plays, still ain't kissin' no ass
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You know it, bitch I'm headbangin' like I'm drunk out in a rock band
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230 pounds, still jumpin' into a thousand hands
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Rebel flag on stage, if you don't like it leave the premises
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If you hatin' cracker then, why'd you buy a ticket bitch

[Chorus]

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I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
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No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
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I am what I come from and what I breathe
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I guess I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean

[Verse 2]

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From 51st in the Verge to the Ranchettes in the K
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Ashland City no omission so I'm blazin' the hay
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Tobacco barn puffin' 'til my eyes red and blue
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Look like a county cop car after I smoke me a doob
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Yeah, I rollin' stoned in Rolling Stone, cussin' out that author right
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Well, fuck that magazine, they made us look idiots no lie
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They asked me for an interview, I tell 'em give me eighty grand
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Then take it to my shows, throw it all out to my fuckin' fans
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Cause they should get the credit for this dope position that I'm in
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Every time I wake up all I want to do is fuckin' win
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So fuck the whole game with two tatted middle fingers
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Don't go steppin' in my woods unless you RHECin' with me stranger

[Chorus]

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I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
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No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
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I am what I come from and what I breathe.......
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I guess I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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Every time I cut a track you know
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I'm bleedin' orange, Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know (Struggle) I'm bleedin' orange
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And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean

[Verse 3]

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Black feet from the concrete, always beat the street's 'til my knuckles bleed
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Feed the family, I'd die for that, never start a fight, but I fight back
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Westside 'til they shovel dirt in a big hole out in Harpeth Hills
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Say I made it, now life's sweet, I can take you back to the harder years
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PGK and George Strait, tried to stay straight between court dates
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Never made it, got a new indictment, couple warrants for me in four states
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On the run, trust no one, backed in a corner with my guns out
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Feds rushed in, took all my money, even the silver spoon out my son mouth
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Gotta cry, 'cause daddy gone, but a five star from granddaddy's song
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Outlaw shit took a lot of lives from a lot of people who was livin' wrong
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Came home and I started grindin', got my family back, and changed my life
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One thing you can bet your ass,
N.C.
Us Tennesseans never say die

[Chorus]

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I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
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No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
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I am what I come from and what I breathe.......
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I guess I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange, Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
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Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
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And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean
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Tennessean, Tennessean, Tennessean

[Outro]

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