
Country Cut Celebrity Upchurch
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[Pre-Chorus]
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity
[Chorus]
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
(Church) A county cut celebrity
[Verse 1]
I still pump my own gas and still cut my own grass (Aw yeah)
Still get arrested just the same for that weed smell in the dash
And I get judged and picked apart, prolly way more than average
It made me antisocial and a fuckin' sociable savage
And I can take my thoughts up in my brain and turn 'em to a weapon (Brbrbr)
I disected hip-hop on a table in paw paw's tool shed
I took summertime crickets, added some bass and a snare
Now everyone from coast to coast, slow-mo when they stare
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity
[Chorus]
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
(Church) A county cut celebrity
[Verse 1]
I still pump my own gas and still cut my own grass (Aw yeah)
Still get arrested just the same for that weed smell in the dash
And I get judged and picked apart, prolly way more than average
It made me antisocial and a fuckin' sociable savage
And I can take my thoughts up in my brain and turn 'em to a weapon (Brbrbr)
I disected hip-hop on a table in paw paw's tool shed
I took summertime crickets, added some bass and a snare
Now everyone from coast to coast, slow-mo when they stare
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house, I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make a poor boy from the country a celebrity
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