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Upchurch

Supernatural

 

Supernatural

(альбом: Supernatural - 2018)


I don't enter Music City, I can't get with the program
Rather be in the barn just swaying out to a slow jam
Or in the trees tell a story of a time upon a
Way up on a hilltop overlooking the purple thunder
And the rain pours down, turns rivers to brown death
By landslides, when I'm taking the game with
I'm a rapper with a raft and an army of Huck Finn's
Who grew up buck knives, attitudes, and thick skin
I got a lotta problems that I put in my lyrics
I'm sending them to the future when I get there I get it
And come back to the same field, protect my beginnings
Continue what I left in the country, as quiet as ever
Leaving random chicken feathers for them people to see
Ghost Upchurch lurks, no mystery
Light an oil lamp, play with the legacy
Then ended in the same spot that it started, bitch

I walk into the sunset, dive into the moonlight
Hop a barbed wire fence just to dance with fireflies
My feet in the weed, cut trails from the creek
A couple of candles but they can't even handle the fact
That I'm supernatural
That boys a supernatural
That mans a supernatural
So supernatural (supernatural)

Lightning struck, I'm charged up
Ready for the hurricane that will come destruct
Ready to drown in the loneliness of an icon
Tell the Hall of Fame keep the motherfucking lights on
'Til my face is in a spot where the light stays on
It's my time to spine, to the world and beyond
Lock myself in the studio while I'm writing life longs
Yeah it's time, drop it Church, motherfucker jump on
Stay singing in a can to a sick theme song
Fifty hairs cut with a couple blunts rolled
Me thick as a Nike in the dirt, I'm gone
Tom Sawyer with this shit I need a rap that's all

I walk into the sunset, dive into the moonlight
Hop a barbed wire fence just to dance with fireflies
My feet in the weed, cut trails from the creek
A couple of candles but they can't even handle the fact
That I'm supernatural
That boys a supernatural
That man's a supernatural
So supernatural
(Supernatural)
(Supernatural)

Alright, hey, I'm gonna get in the shower
Do something like
Have something in the background doing like ho oh

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