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Upchurch

Severe Storms

 

Severe Storms

(альбом: People's Champ - 2022)


I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
I been out here floating alone
No desire to touch base or to come back home
I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
Let the heavy rain flood my home
I've been known to fall asleep inside severe storms

They know my name at every mall, see me pumping 93
Say what's up Church when I ride by in that blacked out Ford GT
They write me stuff in my P.O., tell me 'bout their broken homes
Tell me 'bout their friend that died and how they jammed to Holler Boys
They give me hope when I got none and make me run when I'm 'bout done
Pick me up when it's time to go and then I grab the pen, like loaded guns
Yeah, drop me in the trenches with no clothes or utensils
And I'll still come out looking like the red carpet really missed me
If I don't die for the music then my life is contradicting
That's why when you click my Insta I'm in the river not sinking
With this life I wish no blinking, every second I hate missing
Seeing what I built off energetic purpose and great reason
Church

I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
I've been out here floating alone
No desire to touch base or to come back home
I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
Let the heavy rain flood my home
I been known to fall asleep inside severe storms

My word is all I got, so when I die you'll still have 'em
I care so much I barely even promote my own albums
For the people I write for, there's too much that I can say
I'm 20 albums deep and turned 30 the other day
The fact that I'm still bumping in people's ears after a decade
Makes me proud that I came from the country, raised by only rednecks
I took what I had as a Holler Boy looking slick
But 'came a staple in music, not for fun or just to get rich
I'm creating a new cloth with a way better stitch
And when you put it on you feel like you the king of your sticks
Because that's how the fans made me feel and it made me all this
And if love was a drug I'd prolly OD on all this shit
Church (Church, Church, Church, Church)

I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
I've been out here floating alone
No desire to touch base or to come back home
I can't shake this feeling
I feel there's no ceiling
Let the heavy rain flood my home
I've been known to fall asleep inside severe storms

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