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Upchurch

Take My Hands

 

Take My Hands

(album: Supernatural - 2018)


[Upchurch:]
Bitch I've been on my kick, like Joe Rogan on gym days
Picking off the ticks crawling on me for free waves
But I'm drowning these leeches in the water that they survived in
Poisoning your mind like MK Ultra but times ten
You wanna mess with the black magic, while I strike matches
In briar patches, with rattlesnake fangs hissing at ya
Making your heart rate go faster until your spirit explodes
Hell, I cover up my problems by the dump truck load

[Trace Cyrus:]
Drink until we blackout we're wanted in the club
They say I live too fast but I say I'm living good
Spend a lot of cash lifted trucks out in the woods
I'm swerving off the bourbon and I'm so misunderstood
Temple of the church in my rear view mirror
Now smoking that fire and we can't see clearer
Look into the barrel, shotgun in my hand
I'm searching for the answers, God, come and take my hands
God, come and take my hands

[Upchurch:]
I went from being a farm boy, to being the farm boy
With a million cameras always following me through the dark fold
When the curtain opens up it's like they 'spect a new Elvis
I'm the one and only Church, leave the suede in Memphis
'Cause I'm too dirty for radio, too grimy for country
Television shows talk to me like I'm stupid or something
And motherfucker I'm gold, even if my records don't turn
'Cause all I need is tobacco fields and a tractor that runs
So before you attach to me like a six foot bush hog
Real recognize real like war vets and outlaws
I got something you ain't got and something you can't even learn
The Tennessee that say fuck y'all, roll one and burn

[Trace Cyrus:]
Drink until we blackout we're wanted in the club
They say I live too fast but I say I'm living good
Spend a lot of cash lifted trucks out in the woods
I'm swerving off the bourbon and I'm so misunderstood
Temple of the church in my rear view mirror
Now smoking that fire and we can't see clearer
Look into the barrel, shotgun in my hand
I'm searching for the answers, God, come and take my hands
God, come and take my hands

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