Upchurch - My Own Lane lyrics
[Upchurch - My Own Lane lyrics]
If I die and you forget my name
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane
Own lane, with my own sound, with my
Own look, with my own money
With my own cars
With my own bars, with my own trucks, with
My own house, with my own chick
I don't want nothin' of y'alls
And by me sayin' that with the
Numbers I got they say
It takes big balls 'cause the big wigs see me
And I might fuck a proposition up for myself
As a nobody dude coming up from Tennessee
Yeah, they talk to me like I'm
A fuckin' idiot and they
Can get me a life I can't get on my own
But I don't want the life
That these airheads live but
I guess I can't get it
Through that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said
They wanted the name erased
From the song that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him labeled
As a racist and
The song Outlaw doesn't fit his image at all
So if you look on YouTube
On the same damn song
His name got erased about eight months ago
And I was worried if I didn't
Take his name off the
Label that he signed by was
Gonna come sue me bro
But I never said nothin', I
Just brushed it off
I was always taught to let bullshit go
So can you get a outlaw after I'm
Gone? I'm not sure but hopefully so
If I die and you forget my name
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane
My own lane
Full of black rubber and spray paint
The smell of muscle cars and
Trucks with oil leaks
Shot stills burnin' way-way high on the ridge
I know where they're all at
But I ain't no snitch
I'd rather be a outlaw than a weak-ass bitch
That's how you end up wrecked
Layin' up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it
But they single me out
For bein' too damn real 'cause
I ain't a sellout go ahead, smile away
Put the cash in your pocket
You can be recycled but never ever me partner
I'm the only Churchman
Sippin' Jack on a Sunday
A bad motherfucker, hope God forgives me
Hell, what am I sayin' every angel falls
God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to
Pour off in my songs
And feed off of the emotion
I stay draggin' along
So with that being said when
I get to the gates
I need a murdered out Chevy
With an old tailgate
A bottle of the devil's cut
In an unlimited tank
And gasoline so clean I could possibly drink
Just spittin' flames for my fanbase
And my last name
Underground kicking I ain't even
Talk about my grave
Talkin' 'bout the legacy I'll leave
Layin' up in my state
The man who never gave his heart
To be a fuckin' fake
If I die and you forget my name
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane
Own lane, with my own sound, with my
Own look, with my own money
With my own cars
With my own bars, with my own trucks, with
My own house, with my own chick
I don't want nothin' of y'alls
And by me sayin' that with the
Numbers I got they say
It takes big balls 'cause the big wigs see me
And I might fuck a proposition up for myself
As a nobody dude coming up from Tennessee
Yeah, they talk to me like I'm
A fuckin' idiot and they
Can get me a life I can't get on my own
But I don't want the life
That these airheads live but
I guess I can't get it
Through that thick-ass skull
Sony hit me up and said
They wanted the name erased
From the song that I did with Luke Combs
'Cause they don't want him labeled
As a racist and
The song Outlaw doesn't fit his image at all
So if you look on YouTube
On the same damn song
His name got erased about eight months ago
And I was worried if I didn't
Take his name off the
Label that he signed by was
Gonna come sue me bro
But I never said nothin', I
Just brushed it off
I was always taught to let bullshit go
So can you get a outlaw after I'm
Gone? I'm not sure but hopefully so
If I die and you forget my name
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane
My own lane
Full of black rubber and spray paint
The smell of muscle cars and
Trucks with oil leaks
Shot stills burnin' way-way high on the ridge
I know where they're all at
But I ain't no snitch
I'd rather be a outlaw than a weak-ass bitch
That's how you end up wrecked
Layin' up in a ditch
And motherfuckers don't get it
But they single me out
For bein' too damn real 'cause
I ain't a sellout go ahead, smile away
Put the cash in your pocket
You can be recycled but never ever me partner
I'm the only Churchman
Sippin' Jack on a Sunday
A bad motherfucker, hope God forgives me
Hell, what am I sayin' every angel falls
God made whiskey and the weed in my palm
And he gave me the soul to
Pour off in my songs
And feed off of the emotion
I stay draggin' along
So with that being said when
I get to the gates
I need a murdered out Chevy
With an old tailgate
A bottle of the devil's cut
In an unlimited tank
And gasoline so clean I could possibly drink
Just spittin' flames for my fanbase
And my last name
Underground kicking I ain't even
Talk about my grave
Talkin' 'bout the legacy I'll leave
Layin' up in my state
The man who never gave his heart
To be a fuckin' fake
If I die and you forget my name
I won't cast no shadow
I won't throw no shade
And if I never get to walk
Along no hall of fame
It won't bother me none because I'm in
I'm in my own lane