[Intro]
Hello?
Hey, Ryan, uh
We're just wondering if you're still coming in today about 4 o'clock
We really wanna get you in and get you—
Get you goin' with the team and, uh (Uh)
You know (Get you in)
I— I can't
I got a really important meeting with these fat Michelin tires
And this fuckin' blunt (Uh, can— can we?)
No

[Verse]
I woke up this mornin' with a text from a guy at a place
The Devil must have moved back from GA
I got invited to a meetin', I got stoned and I showed up
And they gave me a piece of paper that said "You wanna come get fucked?"
Hey, I like to play stupido and I put away torpedoes
Then I save 'em when it's time to go, I blow up battlefields
Ayy, Battleship, Battleship, Battleship, all my boats are fuckin' floatin'
They said, "We'll get you in that Lambo," so I went and bought one
That 2016 Huracán gon' look hella good on my independent ass
Own all my own masters, no teardrops on my Dre Beats and that's hard facts
Look what you made me do, you'll need a swift tailor to match me
The weed burns in my hoodie down in the gulch you're fuckin' smashin'
You know, it's funny, and it's easy to put on this fake persona
You couldn't bullshit a country boy as bad as a millionaire and that's fuckin' honest
I'm glad I stayed at the bottom, the top cannot come hang with us
I'ma text Wrap Lab at noon tomorrow and tell 'em I need Mossy Oak in this new car
I need Duke Orange on all the seats with a window sticker that just says
"My name's on this fuckin' title, but not in your pocket, man"
I don't need no Big Machine, I created a huge engine
No push-button start, there's screwdrivers in my ignition
So, whapah, whapah, who wanna race for the pinks?
I could lose all day and still drive home in somethin' clean
And I'm still runnin' the roads, not controlled by the mainstream
I swear they send me contracts to eliminate Mr. Tennessee
Check this out, in that case, here is my reply
Fuck every record label, even ones my friends signed
You can't persuade me with no condos and the viewing of your rides
This is where I take my shotgun and draw the Florida-Georgia line
Don't take that step, it might be a trap, you might get burnt, you might get zapped
It might be a video of Hi-Deas soundin' just like that damn Hazeville track
You ride a coat, I drive a Ford
You got the tires, I got the bow
I was born where these Indians roam
I start fire with flint and make damn arrows
What the hell these people think?
That I'm just a pawn in a chess game?
I got Cheatham tatted on my chest
No jet lag, I'm a jet plane
No TV show promotin' my name
No face plastered, no radio play
But I still make 'em mix up Eric Church
And what's-his-name, that Church man
'Cause I stay preachin', no Walter stan, there's a Holy Ghost as my side man
He's a good profiler, spent plenty time gettin' hated on in Afghanistan
Go Army, no zombies, and we don't build no barricades
We put lift kits on Escalades and scratch up that beautiful paint
I'm white trash ballin', call me Billy Ray virus
Ain't stoppin' for nobody like some run-flat tires
Go ahead and sling the spike strip out, really, really go grab the mic
Bruce Wayne of NashVegas in that matte black rollin' through at night
I've been a winner and a loser, I've been poor and now I'm rich
But I'll be damned if all this money makes me act just like a prick
I'd rather go to sleep hungry in the back of a Buick
With the engine blowed up, gas on E, with Coca-Cola added to it
Church, don't forget the name, crooked grin, tobacco stains
Tennessee Titan bleedin' orange with a black and tan beside my leg
Country steak, fried eggs, sweet tea with no lemon, bae
After this, there's no chance of me goin' to the CMAs
Well, good thing I don't give a fuck, my livin' room don't got television
They must not have Googled me and scrolled back to the very beginnin'
Look, guys, we did it-did it, goddamn right, we winnin'-winnin'
No talk shows, no interviews, no airplay, we fuckin' did it
Church
[Outro]
Yo, I didn't graduate, man, I used to hate on my fuckin' self
I used to let people fuckin' shit on me all the goddamn time
Not no more, dog, the mastiff broke the chain link
Church