[Intro: Upchurch]
Church
Let the BandPlay

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Johnny Cash, kickin' ass
All my cars flat black, sleepin' with the slat
Rebel flag rag sticker in the back
Rolling Stoned and the police got my back
Runnin' 'round my county pickin' off the ticks
Baby on my nuts 'cause all I write is hits
You can eat my words and wash it down with piss
I'll be rappin' somewhere deep off in the sticks
Be like what the weather, who the fuck is this?
25 year old, Elvis lookin' ass
20 cars in my driveway
When I drive a few that shit takes me back
Before my name was Upchurch
Before I was born in Nashville
But most of y'all can comprehend
The love of the shit my brain feels
That's why I handle shit so well
Camera flashes and the autographs
Ego still the same size at the same time
All of y'all can come kiss my ass
And I'm on a mission like a Green Beret
Fuck a record label and what anybody gotta say
Don't make me put your head up at the bottom of the lake
Hold you under water fightin' for some fuckin' airplay
[Chorus: Upchurch]
In the dead of the night I'm the silence in the sticks
I'm the eyes in the hollar when the fog is super thick
I'm the blackest silhouette but I shed the brightest light
And I'm drivin' in December times 'round three o'clock at night (Heyo Church)

[Verse 2: Demun Jones]
Praise the Lord we 'bout to raise hell Bubba go spread the word
Grandma was a Synyrd I'm a free bird
No more record label tryna mince my words
Time to say what you feel and mean it
Eat what you kill gonna skin and clean it
Like I'm killin' the Catfish Billy beat dead
Rebel flag half staff if you feelin' me, yeah
Time to lay wack crackers to rest
With their arms on top of their chest
Dropped in a hole with a red dirt remix
Sold out soul while I rise with the phoenix
From behind the pines
Storm cloud form to hide the sunshine
Vacations over the time is mine
So I rolled up to Cheatham tryin' to find rhymes
If you can't beat 'em
Fill the gas tank up and go see 'em
Drop that heat when the BandPlay's raw
Meet that he just rolled out the mausoleum
Backwoods dark, camo can't hide
When you step in the hills 'cause I got eyes
No record deal ain't feelin' that side
'Cause they wack as hell they only got lies
[Chorus: Upchurch]
In the dead of the night I'm the silence in the sticks
I'm the eyes in the hollar when the fog is super thick
I'm the blackest silhouette but I shed the brightest light
And I'm drivin' in December times 'round three o'clock at night

[Bridge: Upchurch]
I'm not your product or money makin' man
I'm the demon and the angel between a boy and man
And there's a fine line that needs to be drawn
I'm just one man with one goal that you'll never own

[Hook: Upchurch]
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm
I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm

[Chorus: Upchurch]
In the dead of the night I'm the silence in the sticks
I'm the eyes in the hollar when the fog is super thick
I'm the blackest silhouette but I shed the brightest light
And I'm drivin' in December times 'round three o'clock at night
In the dead of the night I'm the silence in the sticks
I'm the eyes in the holler when the fog is super thick
I'm the blackest silhouette but I shed the brightest light
And I'm drivin' in December times 'round three o'clock at night