C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M.

(альбом: River Rat - 2018)

Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church)
Yeah, okay

Eh, I be posted up in park, fumes coming out my shit exhaust
Yellow lights just beaming on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm white trash that hit it big
They say I sound like Kid Rock if he's born in the south
Yeah, sweet potato pie and THC in my mouth
Got hollow tips in the nine, I'm so 6 1 to the 5
And I almost drowned in the river where Hank said we can survive

C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M.
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
Rolling stoned before I was in every stoners playlist
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M.
Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
I say I got them tags to cap the rappers when I hunt shit

Mud dripping off of my soul forever
Until the ocean is an empty desert
Until a fat chick grows big wings
And sings the fucking National Anthem
I'm so river rat until I eve off to a monster brah
I was a fish now I'm the megalodon that's hungry for your boat
And I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms
So much smoke out my windows I'm hearing my neighbors fire alarm
It's Mr. Cheatham County, Mr. nothing you can tell me
Mr. one of Nashville's legends, Johnny Cash would be impressed with Church

C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
You can hear my pipes all the way into the A.M.
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
Rolling stoned before I was in every stoners playlist
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M.
Ain't changed from the days when I didn't have a thing, bitch
C.H.E.A.T.H.A.M. (You know it)
I say I got them tags to cap the rappers when I hunt shit
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)