Country Cut Celebrity

(álbum: Supernatural - 2018)

I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leaving all my guns loaded
I'm staying up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity

I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
(Church) A county cut celebrity

I still pump my own gas and still cut my own grass
Still get arrested just the same for that weed smell in the dash
And I get judged and picked apart, while they weigh more than average
It made me antisocial and a fucking sociable savage
And I can take my thoughts up in my brain and turn 'em to a weapon (brbrbr)
I disected hip-hop on a table in paw paw's tool shed
I took summertime crickets, added some bass and a snare
Now everyone coast to coast, slow-mo when they stare
Yeah

I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leaving all my guns loaded
I'm staying up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity

I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
A county cut celebrity

I went from Nissan hard bodies with some holes in the rust
To Vettes with Lamborghini doors, camo wrapped in the cut
Them leather jackets like a greaser, work shirts with them paint stains (you know it)
From a trailer with no septic, to a mansion estate man
I did it with the hands that slapped paint on the baseboards
Now they gotta watch me paint Dixie on the top of the billboard
Yeah, the country just showed up to the fucking hip-hop awards
I drove here in a Cadillac, white on white with the bull horn (you know it)

I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leaving all my guns loaded
I'm staying up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity

I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
A county cut celebrity

On some real shit, don't be no one but yourself
The artists that followed the light end up the dust on the shelf
Being a slave for some guy who don't know shit about music
Take the power and money and forever will go abuse it
Find a dream, keep the dream, wrong dreams ain't that bad
Gives you something to work for because life goes by way too fast
And like the wind, it speeds up, and God dangit 'fore you know it
The time starts to fly with it, take your goals and go focus (go focus, go focus, go focus, go focus, go focus, go focus)