Текст песни Yelawolf - Johnny Cash

The windows cracked on the ChevroletMy cigarettes in the ash trayThe engine's off and the radio's downSo nervous my whole body shakesThe parking lot's full of people andThey ready to see the preacher manTime to open up for the main actI guess that makes me a deaconI promise that I won't let me downAnd check myself in the mirror one timeSay my prayer and then I sip the CrownLight another smoke and step outsideWalk inside and take a look aroundAs I try to remember all of my linesGuess it's time for me to face the crowdAnd give the people my timeJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashThese people standing on front rowTryna see through me like a windowI'm wearing my soul on my sleeveBut they look at me through a pin holeAll I see is this opportunityTo see at least one of you in meBut I can't seem to win 'em over soI swallow the humilityFifteen minutes to hold 'em downAnd I'm just wishing that it would fly byIt's like my whole world hits the groundAll I wanted to do is have a good timeHold me under but I will not drownAll I really know how to do is surviveNext time that I come to your town

I'll be the fuckin' headlineJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashI'm not supposed to be this person, I supposeI'm not supposed to be this rapperPoking holes at stereotypesOr to write this juxtaposing flow to beats at showsI hold the microphone and out me goes this songs and quotablesCall me nasty, say I stink,Well hit the sink and hold your noseCause I'm about as convinceable as a bumIn stolen clothes to let go of thoseI got dreams like fish got gillsI can't survive in this lake water without a dealBut I can build Noah's Ark without a power drillLook at this crowd like it's a battlefieldTell 'em my trials,my triumphs, my failures,My family loud and clearLet 'em all judge, I don't care how they feelFuck it, what do I care? I'm my personal shrinkThrow my heart down on the ground, stomp it,Use the blood for the inkI'm used to purple and pink bruisesSo thanks for the toolsThat's just a brick from the mansionAnother stitch in the pants of a Johnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny CashJohnny Cash
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