[Intro: Upchurch]
Church
Struggle
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Damn I feel like Elvis Presley dog, paparazzi poppin' shit
So many flashes in my face, I fell off in a diamond pit
I'm drippin' sweat from all my shows, and fans be takin' pictures
Yeah, I do it for the movement, don't give a f*ck 'bout gettin' richer
Yeah, I'm ridin' in that sleeper, Challenger, you know it's supercharged
I may have made some money, but I still reppin' them junkyards
The kid from the country, who put the woods on the map
100 million f*ckin' plays, still ain't kissin' no ass
You know it, bitch I'm headbangin' like I'm drunk out in a rock band
230 pounds, still jumpin' into a thousand hands
Rebel flag on stage, if you don't like it leave the premises
If you hatin' cracker then, why'd you buy a ticket bitch
[Chorus: Upchurch]
I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
I am what I come from and what I breathe
I guess I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean
[Verse 2: Upchurch]
From 51st in the Verge to the Ranchettes in the K
Ashland City no omission so I'm blazin' the hay
Tobacco barn puffin' 'til my eyes red and blue
Look like a county cop car after I smoke me a doob
Yeah, I rollin' stoned in Rolling Stone, cussin' out that author right
Well, f*ck that magazine, they made us look idiots no lie
They asked me for an interview, I tell 'em give me eighty grand
Then take it to my shows, throw it all out to my f*ckin' fans
'Cause they should get the credit for this dope position that I'm in
Every time I wake up all I want to do is f*ckin' win
So f*ck the whole game with two tatted middle fingers
Don't go steppin' in my woods unless you RHECin' with me stranger
[Chorus: Upchurch]
I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
I am what I come from and what I breathe
I guess I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know (Struggle) I'm bleedin' orange
And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean
[Verse 3: Struggle Jennings]
Black feet from the concrete, always beat the street 'til my knuckles bleed
Feed the family, I'd die for that, never start a fight, but I fight back
Westside 'til they shovel dirt in a big hole out in Harpeth Hills
Say I made it, now life's sweet, I can take you back to the harder years
PGK and George Strait, tried to stay straight between court dates
Never made it, got a new indictment, couple warrants for me in four states
On the run, trust no one, backed in a corner with my guns out
Feds rushed in, took all my money, even the silver spoon out my son mouth
Gotta cry, 'cause daddy gone, but a five star from granddaddy's song
Outlaw shit took a lot of lives from a lot of people who was livin' wrong
Came home and I started grindin', got my family back, and changed my life
One thing you can bet your ass, us Tennesseans never say die
[Chorus: Upchurch]
I'm probably not what you wanted, know I'm not what you need
No need to impress you, won't catch me on TV
I am what I come from and what I breathe
I guess I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
Yeah, I'm the Tennessean
Every time I cut a track you know I'm bleedin' orange
And every time I cut a track you know it's comin' from the Tennessean (Tennessean, Tennessean, Tennessean)