My Yard

(album: Mud To Gold - 2021)

They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got thirty cars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard

Sitting in my driveway that still ain't paved
For the million dollars worth of cars from the songs I made
Staring straight into the sun in a sun-baked daze
My face burning and peeling just because I spit flames
And lately I been in nothing but an abundance of rage
A roid-raging animal 'bout to break out of a small cage
And I'm feeling anger levels that I've never experienced
And lyrics have been nothing but bombs and the atmospherics fear it
One motherfucking click like I don't wanna hear it
While the angry me inside is yelling, jumping, and cheering
I wanna drive drop-tops and knock them old school cars
I mean spontaneously combust into a Super Sport Nova star

They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got thirty cars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard

Puffing weed by the pool makes me feel good
With Elvis on the vinyl, sipping whiskey in the Steel Woods
Getting stoned makes me think right
Slows it down so the blur of being famous still meets the eye
Night riding takes me back
To nights where the world didn't know me, that's facts
That's why I take the Shelby Cobra on these small town backs
Road to the riches on a Tennessee map
Like who you know from the countryside
Hitting high speeds in a junk ride
With a huge name and a small circle
Without Ford emblems being on the side?

They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got thirty cars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard

I want all the smoke, why? 'Cause I never choke
I got a gas mask and cope with being blind the way I want
The first of my kind, I know, you shoulda seen my first show
Looked like a hip-hop club was about to host a rodeo
Then I delivered the horses and now my motor is broken
And I'm dumping more gas in my engine knowing that it will blow up
Pedal to the metal like a Twisted Metal fella in a ice cream truck
With the clown character blazing all the missiles
My attitude is purged, my Lambo is green
I used to be nice, now I wanna be mean
My heart turned to stone, my mind is a weapon
Fucking with a crazy person you gon' feel the repercussion
That's Church

They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
They wonder right now what my plans are
Can't catch me, I got thirty cars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard
They hoping I ain't really gon' say nothing
Cost a arm and a leg to get a leg up
Can't burn me, I got dirty bars
Armed house like the Prezzie uses my yard