Upchurch - HI-DEAS 1 lyrics
[Upchurch - HI-DEAS 1 lyrics]
2019 we're more alike than you think
More alike than they want you to think
Church
Ayy, he too white, ayy, he too country
Why his truck look like shit
But system steady thumpin’, homie?
Why he rappin' 'bout a dog
Why he stuntin’ grandpa's truck?
Why he wear a hat like that
With 28's like one of us?
Like, why, oh why, oh why
Oh why is this a recurring issue?
Yeah, I rock them flannels
Bounty quicker pick you up a tissue
Rolling Stone, go check the issue
They hit my line for interviews
Sit with me in my backyard and
Learn they can't fight my mental
And you know why?
Because I'm an intelligent species
Metaphorically throwin' feces
Followin' a trail of Reese's Pieces to a
Level the Devil can’t even see me
So when I reach the maximum I’m
Gonna need a case of Maxums, bruh
'Cause I’ma fuck the game up 'til it's the
Tops of skulls I'm pissin’ out of, haha
I'm Caucasian, but not a racist
Not even on the whitest occasions
So bye bye with Facebook blamin'
It's your own fault if your vision's faded
I'm nothin' like what I'm put out to be
Tryin' to be an icon ironically
A little old school way they call me IROC-Z
Enough new age to be like, "Damn, he lit"
When you see me out on Instagram with
A big AR on barren lands
Spittin' hot shit with a country accent
Don't treat me like some guy in the Klan
And tell me that I'm stealin' from a culture
When it's obvious I only know my own
Looks weird to you 'cause you
Wasn't raised around my zone
You want some smoke?
Then we can sit down smoke a
Joint and all talk about it
Ain't that from a diss song? yeah
Let me talk about it
Last year's beef brought new waves
I'm surf boardin' that tsunami
Every color Looney Toon rollin' with me
On some '90s shit, son, toonami
Rugrats in the playpen
Tommy got the flat head reptar on the mic
I'm Chuckie stoned with the bed head
Cartoon Cobain, comin' as I wanna go
Howdy Doody when I wave, I'm
Cool with Andy Griffith, ho
So when you see me choppin' hard
Bumpin' Jeezy from '05 gun rack in the back
I'm tellin' you this country boy survive
I'm showin' you that I embrace the
Roots of all our roots because
That's how I was made
Different roots brewed up in a cup
So take a drink of this product
So organic it cleans your soul
I'm a dose of Kenny Chesney
50 Cent and '90s born
Rollin' that blue grass in a blunt
Who wanna smoke some?
I'm not here to be white or Black
I'm here to be creative, son, church
You know the biggest white hip
Hop icon ever once said
"I am whatever you say I am
And if I wasn't, then why would I say I am?"
But you know what? I'm not lettin'
People tell me what I am
And I don't even have to tell
You what I am either i just show what I am
My words transfer into actions
And more people should show who they are
And stop bein' what everybody wants you to be
Church
More alike than they want you to think
Church
Ayy, he too white, ayy, he too country
Why his truck look like shit
But system steady thumpin’, homie?
Why he rappin' 'bout a dog
Why he stuntin’ grandpa's truck?
Why he wear a hat like that
With 28's like one of us?
Like, why, oh why, oh why
Oh why is this a recurring issue?
Yeah, I rock them flannels
Bounty quicker pick you up a tissue
Rolling Stone, go check the issue
They hit my line for interviews
Sit with me in my backyard and
Learn they can't fight my mental
And you know why?
Because I'm an intelligent species
Metaphorically throwin' feces
Followin' a trail of Reese's Pieces to a
Level the Devil can’t even see me
So when I reach the maximum I’m
Gonna need a case of Maxums, bruh
'Cause I’ma fuck the game up 'til it's the
Tops of skulls I'm pissin’ out of, haha
I'm Caucasian, but not a racist
Not even on the whitest occasions
So bye bye with Facebook blamin'
It's your own fault if your vision's faded
I'm nothin' like what I'm put out to be
Tryin' to be an icon ironically
A little old school way they call me IROC-Z
Enough new age to be like, "Damn, he lit"
When you see me out on Instagram with
A big AR on barren lands
Spittin' hot shit with a country accent
Don't treat me like some guy in the Klan
And tell me that I'm stealin' from a culture
When it's obvious I only know my own
Looks weird to you 'cause you
Wasn't raised around my zone
You want some smoke?
Then we can sit down smoke a
Joint and all talk about it
Ain't that from a diss song? yeah
Let me talk about it
Last year's beef brought new waves
I'm surf boardin' that tsunami
Every color Looney Toon rollin' with me
On some '90s shit, son, toonami
Rugrats in the playpen
Tommy got the flat head reptar on the mic
I'm Chuckie stoned with the bed head
Cartoon Cobain, comin' as I wanna go
Howdy Doody when I wave, I'm
Cool with Andy Griffith, ho
So when you see me choppin' hard
Bumpin' Jeezy from '05 gun rack in the back
I'm tellin' you this country boy survive
I'm showin' you that I embrace the
Roots of all our roots because
That's how I was made
Different roots brewed up in a cup
So take a drink of this product
So organic it cleans your soul
I'm a dose of Kenny Chesney
50 Cent and '90s born
Rollin' that blue grass in a blunt
Who wanna smoke some?
I'm not here to be white or Black
I'm here to be creative, son, church
You know the biggest white hip
Hop icon ever once said
"I am whatever you say I am
And if I wasn't, then why would I say I am?"
But you know what? I'm not lettin'
People tell me what I am
And I don't even have to tell
You what I am either i just show what I am
My words transfer into actions
And more people should show who they are
And stop bein' what everybody wants you to be
Church