Upchurch - The Other Way lyrics

Church, Church, Church, Church Where did I begin, pouring ‘crete on a job sight Painting on some [?] making my blue jeans white Sitting in Bell [?] Wednesday With my last 8 dollars [?] Friday It’s payday on the table, 10 by the hour Feeling hell and paint fumes, sweating every single hour [?] simmer gloss on my white skin Pride of where I’m from, blue collar with [?] I’m fearless, put your f**ing pistol away p**y use weapons b**h I’m throwing hands every day But if you’re gonna use a knife I’ll bring an M1 Garand f**ing with me gonna cost you ’bout a arm and a leg Blood dripping at the [?] of 90 model Chevy No guns in the trunk and it didn’t come from Bambi ‘Cause I’m dressing [?] don’t f** with my temper Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber I feel like Gerald Dixon, I just want [?] Feel like I’m the king and I just got a say I’m sitting on a hill with crosshairs on your face And honestly believe I’m thinking a whole different way I live a different way, I say different sh** I stand behind my words, you won’t catch me slip And all the boots of the [?] If you don’t like me b**h you can kiss my a** Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, extra kinda catchy Ain’t nothing but a hound dog hanging out the Chevy Other rappers don’t impress me, honestly I hate the industry They make it impossible to do it independently I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change You can take your money, brother, walk the other way I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way Pull up in the parking lot sounding like a honky-tonk Taking no body’s sh**, yeah that’s what daddy taught me Craigslist junkie, ain’t no telling what I’ll roll up in Console, yeah, Churchman feeling [?] Splitting up [?] buried with the willow b**h I go hard like I’m half armadillo I’m on fire like hippies with [?] cigarillos People sleeping on me like they [?] Down from the underground, cold like well water Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherf**er [?] born, Ashland ’cause I’m hot sh** Number 2 pencil woods [?] If I ever get a Grammy I swear I’ll use it to shoot at And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt [?] Materialistic sh** is not what I’m about I’m from every real motherf**er in this house I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change You can take your money, brother, walk the other way I don’t need your handouts, I don’t need your change You can take your money, buddy, walk the other way The other way The other way Just keep on walking The other way I don’t want your f**ing little implant, I don’t want you to invest in me I want to do this all by my motherf**ing self Because I wanna show the world that this sh** can be done by your motherf**ing self So watch me do (Let the band play) Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church Church, Church, Church, Church