Who - Upchurch

Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin' punches around And preachin' from my chair Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) 'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the Rollin' Pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the Tin Pan God, there's got to be another way Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, who are you(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh Who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? Ooh wa oo wa oo wa oo x11 Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) C'mon tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I know there's a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still recieve your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this? Well who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, I really wanna know? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell, tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) C'mon, c'mon who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, Who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, tell me who are you (Who are you?, ooo?) I really wanna to know Oh, I really want to know C'mon tell me who are you, you, you? Who are you?

Yeah She's my all mine sunshine sittin' pretty With her Instagram name on the back glass, yeah Foot prints on the window, Sonic cup watered down rollin' 'round in the back She's my tailgate sittin' at a drive in movie when the sun goes down And my all night rider on them pitch black roads on the edge of town She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl She's a little Hank Williams on a Friday night, sippin' on Jack Fire She's a little Luke Bryan when she's Fallin' asleep to the hummin' of my tires She's sneakin' out at like 1 AM And she told her parents she's goin' to her friends We both know that's a big fat lie, that's right She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl When the moon comes up and the stars all dance I wrap my arms around her sunshine skin Take a look into her eyes, so deep muddy brown And slow dance in this town She's my sunshine summertime shotgun seat With them honeysuckle lips tastin' sweet as can be She's one text away, two miles down the road The only ten I see in the whole wide world She's my, she's my, she's my sunshine girl Sunshine girl

Ayy Church, motherfuckin' Church Creek squad You can't ride in my Range Rover You can't smoke on my Jane clover You can't come to my crib, joker Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord Every single thing I got was got by me I ain't have no handout, I was grabbin' the back of dreams (oh-yeah) Everybody sittin', pointin', laughin', I was runnin' chasin' shit Now their jaws are on the ground, they lookin' like they hatin' bitch (aw-yeah) I worked my way from not havin' a thing And now I got "Creeker" carved on five of my diamond rings I don't wear 'em though (motherfucker) I'm still gettin' trash talked by white trash, I am Little bitch, my six is watched by every skin in Dixieland, creek squad You can't ride in my Range Rover You can't smoke on my Jane clover You can't come to my crib, joker Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord I'm that ratchet redneck, I stay cleaner than a shower I jam out to rock and roll, my tour bus is Stone Sour And I wear the same jeans, sometimes back to back, on that stage again When I cross the Cheatham Line, smokin' in that Range again Dodgin' coppers, plead the fifth, no you cannot search my shit (nah) Unless you get a warrant, don't wake up Judge Maxey, trust me skin (nah) Put Cheatham on the map like nobody has done before (you know it) But you can still get fucked up with a screw in a two-by-four, Church You can't ride in my Range Rover You can't smoke on my Jane clover You can't come to my crib, joker Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord

I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls Don't wake me up, I'm livin' the dream Livin' the dream, I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh I'm livin' in slow motion, I ain't aged in ten years I'm drunk off the success I steer, how you think I drove here? Black marks on the road aren't known for any reason And besides the fact I walked them before the tattoos in my cells My footprints on the road will be the blueprints for the next gen For every artist strugglin' tryna push your stuff to new ears So take it easy, easy live it, love it, don't give up The battle scars were cool when you make it to the top, son I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls, don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh I feel like Elvis when I walk around my land of grace Feel like Cash when I'm angry and destroyin' my place I feel like the line I'm supposed to walk, I walk beside Just to aggravate some people that wish me bad from time to time Livin' in a dream now, drivin' over pink clouds Kickin' up the angel dust 'cause heaven don't have dirt mounds So if my dreams are real now, I wake up as a night owl It won't bother the sun 'cause like me, it won't burn out Rocket ship, take me to the unknown Somewhere I don't exist no more Where check marks don't verify my life or my style I wanna hang with people who can understand my silent smiles Ooh-whoa-whoa Oh-whoa, whoa, oh-whoa-whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa-whoa, whoa I'm living in a dream now, oh Smokin' blue dream in my dream house, oh And I'm drivin' dream cars, GPS me to the stars Far away from fame halls, don't wake me up I'm livin' the dream, livin' the dream I'm livin' the dream Don't wake me up, don't wake me up Don't wake me up, don't wake me up, uh

Whoa, whoa The only poison I've had is ivy The only man I fear is God No snakes can make me run now 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all No buck can stare me down No neighbor can shut me up I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker I'm off in the holler son We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys The only fight I've ever been in Was takin' up for somebody else The only time I got my jaw jacked is never but damn sure not quite yet The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Holler boy native to the holler soil Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder Or a hand with a loaded gun We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys