Upchurch James Dean Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Give me Guinness for the hardest grind
God give me no limits 'cause limits for people who dream in part time
The line Cash walked, I kick the same one to the ditch side
We ain't walkin' and talkin', I teleport in bitch pines
Grew up paintin' houses, now my paint on a canvas
Illustratin' ideas that never existed in my presence
Started passin' ones who neglected this redneck's direction
Tеxas taught this redneck that Red Dеad Redemption
And Tennessee made me one smoky-ass bandit
Survival skills like Appalachia, mainstream thought I stranded
They must be a bunch of beavers, always yellin' at me, damn it
But don't at me 'cause they can't compete with a motherf*ckin' savage
[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne
Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone
Superstars been stuck in the city too long
They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more
Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings
Too much cash in my jacket, do the dash like I'm James Dean
Keep it movin' like a chase scene
In a frame that you can't see, James Dean

[Verse 2]
Heart pumpin' like neon 'til my chest glow like Superman
Ride down the strip in a drop-top and you can watch the lights dim
More bars than Nashville nightlife, tell a tourist buy a flashlight And CEOs to leave me, leave me 'lone or they a crash site
I keep the flame, campfire, what keep me sane? Nighttime
615 my whole life, knuckles scarred and I still fight
Batman building civilian, this black knight be too damn brilliant
No city snake slick enough for this hillbilly reptillian
The outside of no ceilings, no murder, but made a killin'
Don't swallow pride 'cause I spit it, Ponyboy, this gold'll glisten
Valve covers on my engine encrypted with hieroglyphics
No pens or composition, the way I do it not comprehended
This a vengeance on the system
Can't mute the ones who listen
And what's a blueprint to us magicians?
What's mainstream to blue jeans?
Day one, they was like, "Who he?"
Ten years later, lookin' through the window, 2023
I'm here, motherf*cker, this a trail, not a lane
And when I leave this motherf*cker, this shit not gon' be the same, hey
[Chorus]
I ain't nothin' but a turn road, head on a throne
Barbed wire bandit and a smooth two-tone
Superstars been stuck in the city too long
They ain't writin' like that 'round here no more
Ridin' wheelies, Waylon's strings
Too much cash in my jacket, do the dash like I'm James Dean
Keep it movin' like a chase scene
In a frame that you can't see, James Dean

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