Johnny Cash

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Honestly something has gotten into me lately
I don't mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me
We've done created something epic now they all wanna take it
All they see is dollar signs and return from my fuckin' greatness
Well bitch I ain't for sale and I'm damn sure ain't just show and tell
And there ain't a motherfucker that's alive right now that's gonna come top me on these scales
'Cause I'm connected to the time and ya'll connected to the phones
How many followers are all ya'll guiding? How many hoes ya'll takin' home?
On that little boy shit I came into this world like fully grown
'Bout to turn 26 and I already customized my tombstone
My casket look like a Cadillac so when I lock this only door
Arms crossed, eyes shut, People gonna look at me and say "Good Lord!"

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Hey
I'm soul searchin' the soul purpose there's no certain curtain
I'm supposed to emerge and before a show opens a microphone is coated
with the truth of a man that's older than he leads on to be spoken
but maybe the Illuminati is on the way that he's flowin', huh

Yeah fuck a record deal said that about a thousand times
Ditched in about a thousand rhymes
Gotta lot of people tryin' to give advice
Honestly they should prolly take mine
I'm dressing like I'm the head of Tennessee amazed
Rollin' in a car with 20's on the dash
Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash
June beside me got an extra cup of [?]
[?] smoke his Mary Jane about the glass
Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash
Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that
I'm from the woods but dirty dirty on the map
Tennessee all the way to Alabama
Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana
We about to party like Louisiana
I'ma make it rain like hurricane so cover
Really got some nerve doing what I do
Writing songs like motherfucker rules
Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off
But I'ma make it man, we're gonna set a cause
The only person that could kill me is myself
As legendary as underground'll ever get
A Nashville man that you could never go forget
And when I'm done you know I'll be well-dressed, bitch

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