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 Honestly something has gotten into me lately I don't mean to go so hard but damn the industry makes me We've done created something 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 these scales 'Cause I'm connected to the time and ya'll connected to the phones How many followers are all ya'll guiding? How many hoes ya'll 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 and 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', huh 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 dressing like I'm the head of Tennessee amazed 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 [?] [?] 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 but 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 hurricane so cover Really got some nerve doing what I do Writing songs like motherfucker rules Playing in front of hundreds, some pissed off But I'ma make it man, we're gonna set a cause 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