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lirik lagu steer clear – upchurch

[chorus]
i’m a tall gr-ss sittin’, long term thinkin’
marijuana smokin’, jim beam when i’m drinkin’
chevrolet when i’m drivin’, i don’t care about the year
i just need my hands on the wheel so i can steer, steer clear

[verse 1]
i think i mighta made it (d-mn), i’m smokin’ piles of clover (yeah)
and i don’t know no rappers (nah), camouflagin’ rovers (haha)
and i don’t know no rappers on the stage doin’ they sh-t like huckleberry (yeah)
throwin’ thousand dollar boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (you know it)
like b-tch gimme my holster (blah), b-tch gimme my keys (yeah)
gimme my wallet with the ripped id ’cause i smoked a oz at the dmv
haha, church, haha, search, google my name i’m known in the cut (yeah)
hollywood couldn’t’ even have me if they wrote me a motherf-ckin’ check by the whole wide world
they want me on a label (nah), my -ss cannot be labeled (nah)
they hungry just to touch me (yeah), but my touch of stone is fatal (yeah)
and my mama told me don’t look back like a story deep in the bible (praise god)
i’m a rapper sittin’ in a tall tree, infinite ammunition for this rifle

[verse 2]
steer clear of the sh-t tryna always puncture my radiator
leavin’ me in the heat that turned to rust ’til i done turned into a f-ckin’ gladiator (ah)
i got m-ssive haters, smashin’ labels, lookin’ like buckwheat with a f-ckin’ sack a taters
27 and rich and i’m p-ssin’ off my neighbors (yeah)
’til i get a text message from the county sheriff
’cause i ain’t ever had sh-t, now i got it in my hand
all my brothers got jeeps, and my mama got land
all my bills paid with a couple deer stamps
still ain’t bought a ferrari or diamond rocks for my hand (nah)
motherf-ck high cl-ss, and a gl-ss of chardo-whatever you call it
i’m hillbilly ballin’, blue collar my partner
22×14’s on my truck from the ’90s
rebel flag flyin’ southern pride drippin’ out the tailpipe
rolling stoned sticker stuck up in the back gl-ss
f-ckin’ trump on the bumper, motherf-cker get back
i don’t care about myself, i’ma die for a reason
real mo’f-ckers huntin’ year round, no season

[bridge]
tall gr-ss sittin’, long term thinkin’
marijuana smokin’ and jim beam drinkin’

[chorus]
i’m a tall gr-ss sittin’ (whoa), long term thinkin’
marijuana smokin’, jim beam (oh, whoa) when i’m drinkin’
chevrolet when i’m drivin’ i don’t care (oh, whoa) about the year
i just need my hands on the wheel so i can steer, steer clear

- upchurch

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