Upchurch - Johnny Cash lyrics
[Upchurch - Johnny Cash lyrics]
Let the BandPlay
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Honestly somethin' has gotten into me lately
I don't mean to go so hard
But damn the industry makes me
We've done created somethin' epic now
They all wanna take it
All they see is dollar signs and
Return from my fuckin' greatness
Well bitch I ain't for sale and I'm
Damn sure ain't just show and tell
And there ain't a motherfucker
That's alive right now
That's gonna come top me on these scales
'Cause I'm connected to the time and
Y'all connected to the phones
How many followers are all of y'all got
And how many hoes y'all takin' home?
On that little boy shit I came
Into this world like fully grown
'Bout to turn 26 and I
Already customized my tombstone
My casket look like a Cadillac so
When I lock this only door
Arms crossed, eyes shut
People gonna look at me and say "Good Lord!"
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Hey, I'm soul searchin' the
Soul purpose there's
No certain curtain I'm supposed to
Emerge in before a show opens a
Microphone is coated with the
Truth of a man that's older than
He leads on to be spoken
But maybe the Illuminati is on
The way that he's flowin', heh
(Blade)
Yeah fuck a record deal said
That about a thousand times
Thick skin I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Gotta lot of people tryin' to give advice
Honestly they should prolly take mine
I'm dressed up like I'm headed to the CMA's
Rollin' in a car with 20's on the dash
Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash
June beside me got an extra cup of nash
All she smoke is Mary Jane up out the glass
Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash
Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that
I'm from the woods but dirty dirty on the map
Tennessee all the way to Alabama
Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana
We about to party like Louisiana
I'ma make it rain like hurricane's a-comin'
I really got some nerve doin' what I do
Writin' songs like motherfucker rules
Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off
But I'ma make a name, regardless of the cost
The only person that could kill me is myself
As legendary as underground'll ever get
A Nashville man that you
Could never go forget and when I'm done you
Know I'll be well-dressed, bitch
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Honestly somethin' has gotten into me lately
I don't mean to go so hard
But damn the industry makes me
We've done created somethin' epic now
They all wanna take it
All they see is dollar signs and
Return from my fuckin' greatness
Well bitch I ain't for sale and I'm
Damn sure ain't just show and tell
And there ain't a motherfucker
That's alive right now
That's gonna come top me on these scales
'Cause I'm connected to the time and
Y'all connected to the phones
How many followers are all of y'all got
And how many hoes y'all takin' home?
On that little boy shit I came
Into this world like fully grown
'Bout to turn 26 and I
Already customized my tombstone
My casket look like a Cadillac so
When I lock this only door
Arms crossed, eyes shut
People gonna look at me and say "Good Lord!"
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Hey, I'm soul searchin' the
Soul purpose there's
No certain curtain I'm supposed to
Emerge in before a show opens a
Microphone is coated with the
Truth of a man that's older than
He leads on to be spoken
But maybe the Illuminati is on
The way that he's flowin', heh
(Blade)
Yeah fuck a record deal said
That about a thousand times
Thick skin I wrote about a thousand rhymes
Gotta lot of people tryin' to give advice
Honestly they should prolly take mine
I'm dressed up like I'm headed to the CMA's
Rollin' in a car with 20's on the dash
Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash
June beside me got an extra cup of nash
All she smoke is Mary Jane up out the glass
Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash
Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that
I'm from the woods but dirty dirty on the map
Tennessee all the way to Alabama
Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana
We about to party like Louisiana
I'ma make it rain like hurricane's a-comin'
I really got some nerve doin' what I do
Writin' songs like motherfucker rules
Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off
But I'ma make a name, regardless of the cost
The only person that could kill me is myself
As legendary as underground'll ever get
A Nashville man that you
Could never go forget and when I'm done you
Know I'll be well-dressed, bitch
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Black on black johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash