"Torches" lyrics
Upchurch & Chris Hosier Lyrics
(feat. JustTrae)
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Coming up, what I've never seen is a Big Dog passing single torch
Everybody tryna hold on to being young till they're too old to flame it up
Right now, I'm tryna pass mine and they're acting like I ain't holding one
Until I take a walk and then I stick it to 'em
Like they stole something when I wasn't lookin'
Mr. Tennessee, they want 10 of me
Got a Tennessee, bring the energy
Like there's 10 of me, 10 ability
Do the damn thing too tenaciously
Go going down with some golden horns
Microphone gold with a golden cord
Golden records by the dozen lord
And the platinums got about a dozen more
I ain't even in a dozen stores
Studio go go double doors
Change the game plan slow the show
That the CEO don't finger point
They on my time and I got none
But the torch still getting passed on
Cause my rap story ain't no rap story
It's a rap form if they want me gone
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Never know what I'd be doing if there wasn't music helping coping my mental state
Flipping through CDs not knowing the meaning of trailer park living we lowered the stakes
Skipping the rocks with the holes in my boots
Everybody making fun of my tape
I'm the only person laughing now
Just look at the way I been holding my weight
Rocking the boat when I'm drifting away
Hundred rated but I'm digging my way
Bone time lower class in my rank
Gasoline air and tires Everglade
G.O.A.T on top of my grave
From the "HB" back of the glass of my pane
Window the pain how I make it rain
Came from the bottom of hard growing pain
Sharpening blades no competition
With the repetition showing love either way
No money changing the way that I move
I'm simple minded damn near every day
Big Dog leading the roof of my page
Nail it shut, where the bark never breaks
Pass the torch when the rain falls down from the creek to the bank
Underdogs our rank
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Most washed up like seashells
Flop after flop, I hope the next sells
Next one fails and they're mad as hell
Game of fame, mother-wise hell
Hurry up and wait the name of the game
Boss hop the whip, but they'll take your lane
Too many cheese, not enough Indians
Been this way since the old days
Flames used to be lit
Till the rain done went and came
Now they run me out like wash rags
On the laundry line on dry hang
Old heads chasing new ways
Finding new ways to get big played
Watch small print on that white page
Rewind the tracks for the words just play
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Coming up, what I've never seen is a Big Dog passing single torch
Everybody tryna hold on to being young till they're too old to flame it up
Right now, I'm tryna pass mine and they're acting like I ain't holding one
Until I take a walk and then I stick it to 'em
Like they stole something when I wasn't lookin'
Mr. Tennessee, they want 10 of me
Got a Tennessee, bring the energy
Like there's 10 of me, 10 ability
Do the damn thing too tenaciously
Go going down with some golden horns
Microphone gold with a golden cord
Golden records by the dozen lord
And the platinums got about a dozen more
I ain't even in a dozen stores
Studio go go double doors
Change the game plan slow the show
That the CEO don't finger point
They on my time and I got none
But the torch still getting passed on
Cause my rap story ain't no rap story
It's a rap form if they want me gone
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Never know what I'd be doing if there wasn't music helping coping my mental state
Flipping through CDs not knowing the meaning of trailer park living we lowered the stakes
Skipping the rocks with the holes in my boots
Everybody making fun of my tape
I'm the only person laughing now
Just look at the way I been holding my weight
Rocking the boat when I'm drifting away
Hundred rated but I'm digging my way
Bone time lower class in my rank
Gasoline air and tires Everglade
G.O.A.T on top of my grave
From the "HB" back of the glass of my pane
Window the pain how I make it rain
Came from the bottom of hard growing pain
Sharpening blades no competition
With the repetition showing love either way
No money changing the way that I move
I'm simple minded damn near every day
Big Dog leading the roof of my page
Nail it shut, where the bark never breaks
Pass the torch when the rain falls down from the creek to the bank
Underdogs our rank
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Most washed up like seashells
Flop after flop, I hope the next sells
Next one fails and they're mad as hell
Game of fame, mother-wise hell
Hurry up and wait the name of the game
Boss hop the whip, but they'll take your lane
Too many cheese, not enough Indians
Been this way since the old days
Flames used to be lit
Till the rain done went and came
Now they run me out like wash rags
On the laundry line on dry hang
Old heads chasing new ways
Finding new ways to get big played
Watch small print on that white page
Rewind the tracks for the words just play
We got way
Too many torches in the rain
Seems the truth within the track
We used to hit to have the train
Rip the page
From stories 'specially ones like Mark Twain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
Too many torches in the rain
No wonder dog guru for if we got way
Too many torches in the rain
