(Let the band play)
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Honestly something has gotten into me lately
I don’t mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me
We done created something epic now they all wanna take it
All they see is dollar signs and return from my f**ing greatest
Well, b**h I ain’t for sale and I damn sure ain’t just show and tell
And there ain’t no motherf**er that’s alive right now that’s gonna come top me on this scale
‘Cause I’m connected to the top and y’all connected to the phones
How many thought I was all of your goddamn how many holes you’re taking home
On that little boy sh**, I came into this world like fully grown
‘Bout the time I’m 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”
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Hey
I’m soul-searching a sole purpose, there’s no certain curtain I’m supposed to emerge in
Before a show opens a microphone is coded with the truth of man that’s older than he leads on to be spoken
But maybe the Illuminati is on the way that he’s flowing, heh
Yeah, f**, I’ve reconditioned
[?] that a thousand times, still standing while I write a thousand rhymes
Got a lot of people trying to give advice, honestly they should probably take mine
I’m dressing like I’m headed to the sea, I may as well
[?] 20 on the dash
[?] pistol, wear a bunch of cash,
[?] extra
[?]
Usher
[?] smoke his Mary Jane about the gla**, 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,
[?] 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 motherf**er 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 k** me is myself, as legendary as underground’ll ever get
A Nashville man could that you could never go, forget it, when I’m done you know I’ll be well-dressed, b**h
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash