King of the Pines Tommy Chayne (Ft. Upchurch)

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[Chorus: Tommy Chayne]
Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)
Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)
Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow
Truck customized like I just hit the lotto
Ridin' high, (Ridin' high) creepin' slow (Creepin' slow)
Windows down, (Windows down) blowin' smoke (Blowin' smoke)
Diesel, I ride though, moonshine I swallow
Truck customized like I just hit the lotto

[Verse 1: Tommy Chayne]
King of the pines, big boy
These woods is mine and all the time
I flip these 'round like patty cake
Love to see the face of what haters say
Tommy Chayne he gon' fade away
But hell not today, okay
County boy with a couple skills
You slay things I pay the bills
Neighbor off in Nashville is hella real
Just ask Church where the moonshine still
Roughneck and that's how I live
Raisin' hell since I was a kid
Can't change now, know me now
Sippin' shine and I'm blowin' loud
Turn me up, they can hear me now
Run away boy, work crowd
And in a crowd I ain't hard to find
6'4" from my head to the ground
On the grind 'cause ain't got no time
Drunk as hell off moonshine
Twisted up and I'm feelin' fine, feelin' fine
Plugged in like power lines, Tommy Chayne king of the pines