"Johnny Cash" Lyrics

Johnny Cash - Ryan Upchurch

Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash

Honestly somethin' has gotten into me lately
I don't mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me
We've done created somethin' epic now they all wanna take it
All they see is dollar signs and return from my fuckin' greatness
Well bitch I ain't for sale and I'm damn sure ain't just show and tell
And there ain't a motherfucker that's alive right now that's gonna come top me on this scale
'Cause I'm connected to the time and y'all connected to the phones
How many followers are all of y'all got and how many hoes y'all takin' home?
On that little boy shit I came into this world like fully grown
'Bout to turn 26 and I already customized my tombstone
My casket look like a Cadillac so when I lock this only door
Arms crossed, eyes shut
People gonna look at me and say "Good Lord!"

Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash

Hey, I'm soul searchin' the soul purpose
there's no certain curtain I'm supposed to emerge in
before a show opens a microphone is coated
with the truth of a man that's older than he leads on to be spoken,
but maybe the Illuminati is on the way that he's flowin', heh (blade)

Yeah fuck a record deal said that about a thousand times
Ditched in about a thousand rhymes
Gotta lot of people tryin' to give advice
Honestly they should prolly take mine
I'm dressin' like I'm the headed to the CMA's
Rollin' in a car with 20's on the dash
Glovebox got a pistol and a bunch of cash
June beside me got an extra cup of nash
'Bout smoke his Mary Jane about the glass
Thousand dollar suit don't cover white trash
Tattoos on my finger, I'm okay with that
I'm from the woods with dirty dirty on the map
Tennessee all the way to Alabama
Kentucky, Florida, Georgia and Indiana
We about to party like Louisiana
I'ma make it rain like hurricanes are comin'
Really got some nerve doin' what I do
Writing songs like motherfuck the rules
Playing in front of hundreds, some are pissed off
But I'ma make it man, regardless of the cost
The only person that could kill me is myself
As legendary as underground'll ever get
A Nashville man that you could never go forget
And when I'm done you know I'll be well-dressed, bitch

Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash

Black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, black on black
Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash