"Rogue" lyrics
(KalaniOnDaBeat)
We in the blue room motherfucker
Woo
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, motherfucker
Church
Who am I? Come observe the exhibit
This blue collar honky made it from fifty centin' to business
Got rich, dyin' real, and spend the cash before I pass on
Nobody spinnin' the story like Johnny when I pass y'all (Naw)
They done tried to blackball, but my heart a black vault
There's a difference in poppin' and briefly bein' racked off
I hear a BB gun and I'm already startin' my Black Hawk (I might do that)
Land that bitch on your roof, aim the .50 at your back lawn
*Doo* *Doo* This that white tee, no suit suit
The bullets metaphoric, but test my will, I shoot shoot (Do it)
And I be from the country, I ain't rockin' with no deuce deuce (Aww, motherfucker)
Pistol longer than a Lincoln limousine, so boot scoot (Ayy)
This ain't pop country on Bluetooth (Nah)
This my redneck and death wounds, resilience ringin' new tunes
Barefoot, still suede smooth, the white boy with the soul
You can call my own style the light blues
Voice can shine bright, plasma cuttin' with the Pro Tools
Contradictive propaganda, headlines say I'm old news
These motherfuckers lyin', shit, I'm the one that you owe, fool
I must be kin to Uncle Sam, might tax roll off from these dudes
They skin color crystal, 'cause they the ones that I see through
Double-crossin' crackers, now when they see me, they see two
And wonder why they missin', keep on failin' the mission
And missin' from the charts, 'cause they think the out Purple Rain Princin'
Purple Rain, Purple Rain, Purple Rain
Not even lightning can strike me, kill the flow that's in my veins
They tried to dam me up but now they circle swimmin' the banks
And I'm Huckleberry, bitch, and Upchurch the surname
Down South, we drown 'em out, raise the roof, Louisiana ayy (Yeah, I heard)
Shoutout everybody down a road with the one lane
Bubba keep the Hank Hill, pocket full of propane
Bitch, I'm Forrest Bondurant, it drives these people insane
I'll probably die from pneumonia, you critics got some shit aim
And when I die my grave will read, "He was too sick, man"
Save your talkin' for the sky, the walkin' for the road
Kill the demons in the creek, put on the Grim Reaper's robe
Broke in the devil's house, took a piss on top the stove
Only in the devil's kitchen 'cause I'm robbin' his home
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
Since the topic of discussion is really where my feelin's at
My filter fell off, umbilical cord, dog, this shit a wrap
They like, "Church, stop squeezin'", industry limp and stop breathin' (Haha)
What you mean, I'm tryna rip his head off like and Indian Chief, shit (Woo)
We ain't feelin' your cheap shit
All these duplicate rock stars walkin' with cheap tricks (Faggots)
Thinkin' that they fire, but droppin' your piece clip (Haha)
Only hollow point they got is the dome they 'posed to think with
Their light bulb dimmin', I hear rhymes without a reason
Readin' stories with no meanin', bunch of warriors never bleedin'
50 said, "Death gotta be easy, life is hard"
But life is easy to me, and death gonna be my reward
And this time, I'm the one fusin' the stone and the sword
To pull this bitch out you gon' have to go and hone in the soul
Feel like the realest still walkin' (Ayy), my silence do the talkin' (Ayy)
My music head bobbin' incase they have forgotten
I'll be slappin' 'til I'm eighty like Nate Diaz and Stockton
If they try to give us flowers, we gon' toss 'em in the garbage (Pudding)
I told everybody I was goin' for gold
They didn't wanna recognize it 'til my circle was closed
Save your talkin' for the sky, the walkin' for the road
Kill the demons in the creek, put on the Grim Reaper's robe
Broke in the devil's house, took a piss on top the stove
Only in the devil's kitchen 'cause I'm robbin' his home
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
Haha
Yeah
We in this bitch now, motherfucker
From Texas to Tennessee, motherfucker
Creek Squad, bitch
Brrtt
We in the blue room motherfucker
Woo
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, motherfucker
Church
Who am I? Come observe the exhibit
This blue collar honky made it from fifty centin' to business
Got rich, dyin' real, and spend the cash before I pass on
Nobody spinnin' the story like Johnny when I pass y'all (Naw)
They done tried to blackball, but my heart a black vault
There's a difference in poppin' and briefly bein' racked off
I hear a BB gun and I'm already startin' my Black Hawk (I might do that)
Land that bitch on your roof, aim the .50 at your back lawn
*Doo* *Doo* This that white tee, no suit suit
The bullets metaphoric, but test my will, I shoot shoot (Do it)
And I be from the country, I ain't rockin' with no deuce deuce (Aww, motherfucker)
Pistol longer than a Lincoln limousine, so boot scoot (Ayy)
This ain't pop country on Bluetooth (Nah)
This my redneck and death wounds, resilience ringin' new tunes
Barefoot, still suede smooth, the white boy with the soul
You can call my own style the light blues
Voice can shine bright, plasma cuttin' with the Pro Tools
Contradictive propaganda, headlines say I'm old news
These motherfuckers lyin', shit, I'm the one that you owe, fool
I must be kin to Uncle Sam, might tax roll off from these dudes
They skin color crystal, 'cause they the ones that I see through
Double-crossin' crackers, now when they see me, they see two
And wonder why they missin', keep on failin' the mission
And missin' from the charts, 'cause they think the out Purple Rain Princin'
Purple Rain, Purple Rain, Purple Rain
Not even lightning can strike me, kill the flow that's in my veins
They tried to dam me up but now they circle swimmin' the banks
And I'm Huckleberry, bitch, and Upchurch the surname
Down South, we drown 'em out, raise the roof, Louisiana ayy (Yeah, I heard)
Shoutout everybody down a road with the one lane
Bubba keep the Hank Hill, pocket full of propane
Bitch, I'm Forrest Bondurant, it drives these people insane
I'll probably die from pneumonia, you critics got some shit aim
And when I die my grave will read, "He was too sick, man"
Save your talkin' for the sky, the walkin' for the road
Kill the demons in the creek, put on the Grim Reaper's robe
Broke in the devil's house, took a piss on top the stove
Only in the devil's kitchen 'cause I'm robbin' his home
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
Since the topic of discussion is really where my feelin's at
My filter fell off, umbilical cord, dog, this shit a wrap
They like, "Church, stop squeezin'", industry limp and stop breathin' (Haha)
What you mean, I'm tryna rip his head off like and Indian Chief, shit (Woo)
We ain't feelin' your cheap shit
All these duplicate rock stars walkin' with cheap tricks (Faggots)
Thinkin' that they fire, but droppin' your piece clip (Haha)
Only hollow point they got is the dome they 'posed to think with
Their light bulb dimmin', I hear rhymes without a reason
Readin' stories with no meanin', bunch of warriors never bleedin'
50 said, "Death gotta be easy, life is hard"
But life is easy to me, and death gonna be my reward
And this time, I'm the one fusin' the stone and the sword
To pull this bitch out you gon' have to go and hone in the soul
Feel like the realest still walkin' (Ayy), my silence do the talkin' (Ayy)
My music head bobbin' incase they have forgotten
I'll be slappin' 'til I'm eighty like Nate Diaz and Stockton
If they try to give us flowers, we gon' toss 'em in the garbage (Pudding)
I told everybody I was goin' for gold
They didn't wanna recognize it 'til my circle was closed
Save your talkin' for the sky, the walkin' for the road
Kill the demons in the creek, put on the Grim Reaper's robe
Broke in the devil's house, took a piss on top the stove
Only in the devil's kitchen 'cause I'm robbin' his home
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
I'm an angel, gone rogue
Save the talkin' for the sky, and the walkin' for the road
Haha
Yeah
We in this bitch now, motherfucker
From Texas to Tennessee, motherfucker
Creek Squad, bitch
Brrtt
