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- Hello - Hey Ryan, uh, we're just wondering if you are coming in today about 4 o'clock. We really wanna getcha in and uh getcha goin' with the team and uh - Uh, you know - Getcha in - I, I can't, I got a really important meeting with these fat Michelin tires and this fuckin' blunt - Uh, can-can we? - No I woke up this mornin' with a text, from a guy, at a place That Devil must have moved back from GA I got invited to a meetin', I got stoned and I showed up And they gave me a piece of paper that said "You wanna come get fucked?" Hey I like to play stupido and I put away torpedoes Then I save 'em when it's time to go, I blow up battlefields Ayy, Battleship, Battleship, Battleship, all my boats are fuckin' floatin' They said we'll get you in that Lambo so I went and bought one That 2016 Huracan gonna look hella good on my independent ass Own all my own masters, no teardrops on my Dre beats and that's hard facts Look what you made me do, you'll need a swift tailor to match me The weed burns in my hoodie down in the goat you're fuckin' smashin' You know it's funny, and it's easy to put on this fake facade You couldn't bullshit a country boy as bad as a millionaire and that's fuckin' honest I'm glad I stayed at the bottom, the top cannot come hang with us I'm gonna text Wrap Lab at noon tomorrow and tell him I need Mossy Oak in this new car I need Duke Orange on all the seats with a window sticker that just says "My name's on this fuckin' title but not in your pocket man" SongtexteI don't need no big machine, I created a huge engine No push button start, there's screwdrivers in my ignition So, whapah, whapah, who wanna race for the pinks? I could lose all day and still drive home in something clean And I'm still runnin' the roads not controlled by the mainstream I swear they send me contracts to eliminate Mr. Tennessee Check this out, in that case, here is my reply Fuck every record label even ones my friends signed You can't persuade me with no condos and the viewin' of your rides This is where I take my shotgun and draw the floor at the Georgia line Don't take that step, it might be a trap You might get burnt, you might get zapped It might be a video of Hi-Deas soundin' just like that damn Haze Ville track You ride a coat, I drive a Ford You got the tires, I got the bow I was born where these Indians roam I start fire with flint and make damn arrows What the hell these people think? That I'm just a pawn in a chess game? I got Cheatham tatted on my chest No jet lag, I'm a jet plane No TV show promotin' my name No face plastered, no radio play But I still make 'em mix up Eric Church And what's his name, that Church man 'Cause I stay preachin' no Walter stan, there's a Holy Ghost as my side man He's a good profiler, spent plenty time gettin' hated on in Afghanistan Go Army, no zombies, and we don't build no barricades We put lift kits on Escalades and scratch up that beautiful paint I'm white trash ballin' call me Billy Ray virus Ain't stoppin' for nobody like some run flat tires Go ahead and sling the spike strip out I'll really really go grab the mic Bruce Wayne of NashVegas in that matte black rollin' through at night I've been a winner and a loser, I've been poor and now I'm rich But I'll be damned if all this money makes me act just like a prick I'd rather go to sleep hungry in the back of a Buick With the engine blowed up, gas on E, with Coca-Cola added to it Church, don't forget the name, crooked grin, tobacco stains Tennessee Titan bleedin' orange with a black and tan beside my leg Country steak, fried eggs, sweet tea with no lemon bae After this there's no chance of me goin' to the CMA's Well good thing I don't give a fuck, my livin' room don't got television They must not have Googled me and scrolled back to the very beginnin' Look guys, we did it, did it, God damn right, we winnin', winnin' No talk shows, no interviews, no airplay, we fuckin' did it Church Yo, I didn't graduate man. I used to hate on my fucking self. I used to let people fucking shit on me all the God damn time. Not no more dog, the mastiff broke the chain link. Church Aus Songtexte Mania