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james dean - upchurch lyrics

[verse 1]
give me guinness for the hardest grind
god give me no limits ’cause limits for people who dream in part time
the line cash walked i kick the same one to the ditch side
we ain’t walkin’ and talkin’, i teleport in b*tch pines
i grew up paintin’ houses now my paint on a canvas
ill*stratin’ ideas that never existed in my presence
started passin’ ones who neglected this redneck’s direction
tеxas taught this redneck that red dеad redemption
and tennessee made me want a smokey ass bandit
survival sk!lls like appalachia, mainstream thought i stranded
they must be a bunch of beavers, always yellin’ at me d*mnit
but don’t at me ’cause they can’t compete with a motherf*ckin’ savage

[chorus]
i ain’t nothin’ but a turn road, head on a throne
barbed wire bandit and a smooth two*tone
superstars been stuck in the city too long
they ain’t writin’ like that ’round here no more
ridin’ wheelies, waylon’s strings
too much cash in my jacket do the dash like i’m james dean
keep it movin’ like a chase scene
in a frame that you can’t see, james dean

[verse 2]
heart pumpin’ like neon ’til my chest glow like superman
ride down the strip in a drop top, and you can watch the lights dim
more bars than nashville night life, tell a tourist buy a flashlight
and ceos to leave me, leave me alone or they a crash site
i keep the flame, campfire, what keep me sane, nighttime
6*1*5 my whole life, knuckles scared and i still fight
batman building civilian, this black knight be too d*mn brilliant
no city snake sl!ck enough for this hillbilly reptillian
the outside of no ceilings, no murder but made a k!llin’
don’t swallow pride ’cause i spit it, pony boy this gold glisten
valve covers on my engine encrypted with hieroglyphics
no pens like composition, the way i do it not comprehended
this a vengeance on the system, can’t mute the ones who listen
and what’s a blueprint to us magicians?
what’s mainstream to blue jeans?
day one they was like, “who he?”
ten years later lookin’ through the window two*oh*two*three
i’m here motherf*cker this a trial not a lane
and when i leave this motherf*cker this sh*t not gon’ be the same
[chorus]
i ain’t nothin’ but a turn road, head on a throne
barbed wire bandit and a smooth two*tone
superstars been stuck in the city too long
they ain’t writin’ like that ’round here no more
ridin’ wheelies, waylon’s strings
too much cash in my jacket do the dash like i’m james dean
keep it movin’ like a chase scene
in a frame that you can’t see, james dean

- upchurch lyrics

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