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letra de rogue - upchurch

[intro]
(kalaniondabeat)
we in the blue room motherf-cker
woo
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me motherf-cker
church

[verse 1]
who am i? come observe the exhibit
this blue collar honky made it from fifty centin’ to business
got rich, dyin’ real, and spend the cash before i pass on
n0body spinnin’ the story like johnny when i pass y’all (naw)
they done tried to blackball, but my heart, a black vault
there’s a difference in poppin’ and briefly bein’ racked off
i hear a bb gun and i’m already startin’ my black hawk (i might do that)
plant that b-tch on your roof, aim the 50 at your back lawn
-shot- -shot- this that white tee no suit suit
thе bullets metaphoric but test my will i shoot shoot (do it)
and i bе from the country, i ain’t rockin’ with no deuce deuce (aww motherf-cker)
pistol longer than a lincoln limousine so boot scoot (ayy)
this ain’t pop country on bluetooth (nah)
kiss my redneckin’ death wounds, resilience bringin’ new tunes
barefoot, still suede smooth, the white boy with the soul
you can call my own style, the light blues
voice can shine bright, plasma cuttin’ with the pro tools
contradictive propaganda, headlines say i’m old news
these motherf-ckers lyin’, sh-t, i’m the one that you owe fool
i must be kin to uncle sam, might tax roll off from these dudes
they skin color crystal ’cause they the ones that i see through
double-crossin’ crackers, now when they see me, they see two
and wonder why they missin’, keep on failin’ the mission
and missin’ from the charts ’cause they think the out purple rain princin’
[bridge]
purple rain, purple rain, purple rain
not even lightning can strike me, k!ll the flow that’s in my veins
they tried to dam me up but now they circle swimmin’ the banks
and i’m huckleberry b-tch and upchurch the surname

[verse 2]
down south we drown ’em out, raise the roof, louisiana ayy ([?])
shoutout everybody down a road with the one lane
bubba keep the hank hill, pocket full of propane
b-tch, i’m forrest bondurant, it drives these people insane
i’ll probably die from pneumonia, you critics got some sh-t aim
and when i die my grave will read, “he was too sick, man”

[chorus]
save your talkin’ for the sky, the walkin’ for the road
k!ll the demons in the creek, put on the grim reaper’s robe
broke in the devil’s house, took a p-ss on top the stove
only in the devil’s kitchen ’cause i’m robbin’ his home
i’m an angel, gone rogue
save the talkin’ for the sky, and the walkin’ for the road

[verse 3]
since the topic of discussion is, really where my feelin’s at
my filter fell off umbilical cord, dog, this sh-t a wrap
they like, “church, stop squeezin'”, industry limp and stop breathin’ (haha)
what you mean, i’m tryna rip his head off like and indian chief, sh-t (woo)
we ain’t feelin’ your cheap sh-t
all these duplicate rock stars walkin’ with cheap tricks (f-ggots)
thinkin’ that they fire, but droppin’ your piece clip (haha)
only hollow point they got is the dome they ‘posed to think with
their light bulb dimmin’, i hear rhymes without a reason
readin’ stories with no meanin’, bunch of warriors never bleedin’
50 said, “death gotta be easy, life is hard”
but life is easy to me, and death gonna be my reward
and this time, i’m the one fusin’ the stone and the sword
to pull this b-tch out you gon’ have to go and hone in the soul
feel like the realest still walkin’ (ayy), my silence do the talkin’ (ayy)
my music head bobbin’ incase they have forgotten
i’ll be slappin’ ’til i’m eighty like nate diaz and stockton
if they try to give us flowers we gon’ toss ’em in the garbage (pudding)
i told everybody i was goin’ for gold
they didn’t want to recognize it until my circle was closed
[chorus]
save your talkin’ for the sky, the walkin’ for the road
k!ll the demons in the creek, put on the grim reaper’s robe
broke in the devil’s house, took a p-ss on top the stove
only in the devil’s kitchen ’cause i’m robbin’ his home
i’m an angel, gone rogue
save the talkin’ for the sky, and the walkin’ for the road
i’m an angel, gone rogue
save the talkin’ for the sky, and the walkin’ for the road
i’m an angel, gone rogue
save the talkin’ for the sky, and the walkin’ for the road

[outro]
haha
yeah
we in this b-tch now motherf-cker
from texas to tennessee motherf-cker
creek squad, b-tch
brrtt

- upchurch

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