Upchurch – Steer Clear Lyrics

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass 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 (Damn), 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 shit like Huckleberry (Yeah)
Throwin' thousand dollar boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (You know it)
Like bitch gimme my holster (Blah), bitch 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 ass 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

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass 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 2]
Steer clear of the shit 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 massive haters, smashin' labels, lookin' like Buckwheat with a f*ckin' sack a taters
27 and rich and I'm pissin' off my neighbors (Yeah)
'Til I get a text message from the county sheriff
'Cause I ain't ever had shit, 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 class, and a glass 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 glass
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

[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass 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

[Bridge]
Tall grass sittin', long term thinkin'
Marijuana smokin' and Jim Beam drinkin'
[Chorus]
I'm a tall grass 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

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