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Ghost
15.817
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ghost adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Mud to Gold Entertainment tarafından 21 Nisan 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıSon of the South
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Çıkış Tarihi21 Nisan 2017
FirmaMud to Gold Entertainment
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM117

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Upchurch
Upchurch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Upchurch
Upchurch
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[Verse 1]
(Church) Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
(Haha, hey)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hip-hop rockin' to ta tickin' exhaust
And baptize in creek water, copperheads at my feet
Slitherin', hissin', but they ain't gonna bite me none
Rattlesnake venom drippin' off the bullets in my gun
Smile kinda crooked from the tobacco up in my gum
Porch lights flickerin', cause the ghost feelin' my buzz
Hill pickin' in the country, a place you'll never find
With the mean rock waters, blackberries on the vine
All I smell is muddy water, honeysuckles, and deer meat
Cheatham County in my veins, dirty water has made me
That rebel flag junkie, Mr. General E. Lee
With the voice of the mud-strong heartbeat of Dixie, motherfucker
[Verse 3]
Where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
To the ones who lost their souls (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Up in the boondocks)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
[Verse 4]
Son, I'm priceless, bone-stock-old Camaro
And I'm in it to be a legend, give a fuck about dinero
I want my shit played when I'm six feet in the ground
A hundred years in the dirt, still bumpin' my sound
While you dancin' around the fire, while you sippin' the 'shine
And tailgatin' with your buddies, puff passin' the pines
Sippin' and chillin', watchin' the slow changes of the times
Think about me every time you start that fire
[Verse 5]
Where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
To the ones who lost their souls (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Up in the boondocks)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
[Verse 6]
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (Being who I am, baby, come in the boondocks)
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa (Being who I am, baby, come in the boondocks)
[Verse 7]
Snakeskin boots, gonna dance with the devil
Born country, with the fetish of rappin' in heavy metal
Hank Jr. and Pantera, Allison Transmission
With the chains in the back, Layne Staley is spittin'
And givin' my right, and reppin' the Confederate States
Until I'm down in a hole, I'm the rooster man
Yeah, here I come, and I'm reppin' for Dixie
Ain't none of you motherfuckers ever gonna evict me (Hey)
(Evict me, evict me, ain't none of you motherfuckers ever gonna evict me)
[Verse 8]
Where the fall meets the road (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And you will not outgrow (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
And the trees release the ghost (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
To the ones who lost their souls (Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa, whoa-whoa
[Verse 9]
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa-whoa, whoa, whoa
Written by: Krishon O'brien Gaines, Ryan Upchurch
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