Upchurch – The Other Way lyrics

[Intro]
Church, Church, Church, Church

[Verse 1]
Where'd it all begin, pourin' 'crete on a job site
Paintin' on some trim, caulk makin' my blue jeans white
Sittin' in Belle Meade eatin' wits on a Wednesday
With my last eight dollars Tuesday before Friday
It's payday on the table, 10 by the hour
Feelin' hell and paint fumes, sweatin' every single hour
Hot and sticky from the old rags simmer gloss on my white skin
Pride of where I'm from, blue collar with good sin
I'm fearless, put your fuckin' pistol away (Come on)
Pussy use weapons bitch I'm throwin' hands every day (Lets go)
But if you're gonna use a knife I'll bring an M1 Garand
Fuckin' with me gonna cost you 'bout a arm and a leg
Blood drippin' out the gate of 90 model Chevy (Ha)
No guns in the trunk and it didn't come from Bambi (Nope)
Bitch I'm Jason Voorhees don't fuck with my temper
Got a mind like Norman Bates with hair like Justin Bieber (Ha ha ha)
I feel like Daryl Dixon, I just wanna slaughter
Feel like I'm the king and I just got a say
I'm sittin' on a hill with crosshairs on your face
And honestly believe I'm thinkin' a whole different way
I live a different way, I say different shit
I stand behind my words, you won't catch me slip
And all the boots that I wear cost about a stack and a half
If you don't like me bitch you can kiss my ass
Yeah I feel like Elvis Presley, actually kinda catchy
Ain't nothin' but a hound dog hangin' out the Chevy
Other rappers don't impress me, honestly I hate the industry
They make it impossible to do it independently

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way

[Verse 2]
Pull up in the parkin' lot soundin' like a honky-tonk
Takin' no body's shit, yeah that's what daddy taught
Craigslist junkie, ain't no tellin' what I'll roll up in
Console, yeah, Churchman fidden to roll a bit
Spittin' up a swish Larry Bird with the willow
Bitch I go hard like I'm half armadillo
I'm on fire like hippies with Maria cigarillos
People sleepin' on me like their own fifty pillow
Down from the underground, cold like well water
Bleed orange on the daily, Tennessee motherfucker
Chico born, Ashland 'cause I'm hot shit
Number 2 pencilwoods sold for a hand bitch
If I ever get a Grammy I swear I'll use it to shoot at
And throw it in the burn pile and watch it melt in tall grass
That materialistic shit is not what I'm about
I'm from every real motherfucker in the south

[Chorus]
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
I don't need your handouts, I don't need your change
You can take your money, brother, walk the other way
The other way
The other way
Just keep on walkin'
The other way

[Outro]
I don't want your fuckin' little input, I don't want you to invest in me
I want to do this all by my motherfuckin' self
Because I wanna show the world that this shit can be done by your motherfuckin' self
So watch me do me
Let the BandPlay

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