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Upchurch – Tennessee Dreamin Lyrics


[Verse 1]
I used to stress myself to sleep, tryin’ to catch or grab success
Now I fight to leave this struggle ’til the veins pop out my neck
From me screamin’ at this microphone to get shit off my chest
But at the time I couldn’t flow and almost nobody had my back
Except my mama and she told me, “Don’t ever give up havin’ hope” (I won’t)
You can be a royal king if bein’ a king is what you want (I will)
So I soak my skin in ink on how I feel and inspiration
And I catch a couple Zs and I immerse and make a statement

[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin’
After the white church is shakin’ and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open with velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin’ dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I’ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin’

[Verse 2]
Yeah I went to sleep in a broke down Ford with a cracked windshield and barely any money
Now I catch hell from these folks for turning my life around and makin’ myself somethin’
But I ain’t feeling bad, no not one bit, if you ain’t helpin’ yourself I don’t wanna hear shit

‘Cause I didn’t have help in Music City, I’m a high school dropout, didn’t even finish
No GED, no damn degree, now I’m talkin’ to folks with perfect GPA’s
Askin’ me about choices they gotta make with my voice on Rolling Stone magazine
‘Cause my face is a imagine of a genre across this road in all these American streets
And it freaks me out ’til I pinch my skin just to make sure that this ain’t a dream

[Chorus]
And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds
Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees
And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water ragin’
After the white church is shakin’ and the thunder lights the way
And past the double doors that open with velvet on the steeple
The only dream of mine is livin’ dreams out for my people
So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows
And I’ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreamin’

[Outro]
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Ooh, Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’
Tennessee dreamin’


Rockie Fresh – Keep The Peace (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
I’ll murk you in some skinnies and some yeezy’s
Not a gangster but believe me I go hard so take it easy, woah
Shit, I’m looking at my life I think I love it
I be smoking weed in public, wanting money so I touch it, woah
The game getting crazy, game getting much realer everyday
But I’m in it cuz it pay, woah
Shit lately we’ve been running through a maze
I’ve been high since that nigga Usher made that rock a wave
And I’m still double M G, riding with the team I came with
Kobe shit, shawty that was not a game switch
I’m on that straight and narrow, fast pocket
Gotta watch a nigga blasting off
Like a Houston rocket, James Harden
Yeah, We in the bank [?] time
Shit, I pull up on your bitch like it’s lunch time
[?] first type of niggas
If you heard about [?] then we on our way to get ya yeah

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it

[Verse 2]
Niggas gon hate, that’s always for the good
Working too hard just like they should
He on games all day okay, aye
She put me in, I make that play, aye
Okay I get it till I fade away, had to hustle state to state
Took it past that 88, now they can’t read my license plate
You know I’m speeding while I’m eating till I’m overweight
I’m a skinny nigga but I really like the cake
I’m running shit so it’s just like I’m back in shape
Shorty super thick make the earth quake
GPA 3.8, She was sleeping on me, now I’m up too late
Way too long, cooking left the stove on
Burnt the house down, getting top with my robe on
Yeah, I just want it all till it’s all gone
Car drive when I was supposed to get call home

[Hook]
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it
See baby it’s a problem, go on let me know
But if it ain’t shit, I suggest you let it go
Take it slow, boy
Damn, I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
Don’t do it