Upchurch - Country Cut Celebrity: chords

Dm                       Am
I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house,
I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater
like Tony Montana
               F
I guess it's what happens when you make
a poor boy from the country a celebrity

Chorus:
Dm
I'm nobody special,
     Am
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
                                 F
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
(Church) A county cut celebrity

I still pump my own gas and still
cut my own grass (Aw yeah)
Still get arrested just the same
for that weed smell in the dash
And I get judged and picked apart,
prolly way more than average
It made me antisocial and a fuckin' sociable savage

And I can take my thoughts up in my
brain and turn 'em to a weapon (Brbrbr)
I disected hip-hop on a table in paw
paw's tool shed
I took summertime crickets, added some
bass and a snare
Now everyone from coast to coast,
slow-mo when they stare
Yeah

I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house,
I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater
like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make
a poor boy from the country a celebrity

Chorus:
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
A county cut celebrity

I went from Nissan hard bodies
with some holes in the rust
To Vettes with Lamborghini doors,
camo wrapped in the cut
Them leather jackets like a greaser,
work shirts with them paint stains (You know it)
From a trailer with no septic,
to a mansion estate man

I did it with the hands that slapped
paint on the baseboards
Now they gotta watch me paint Dixie
on the top of the billboard
Yeah, the country just showed up to
the fuckin' hip-hop awards
I drove here in a Cadillac, white on
white with the bull horn (You know it)

I'm paranoid now, everywhere that I go
I check the doors all through my house,
I'm leavin' all my guns loaded
I'm stayin' up 'til three with the heater
like Tony Montana
I guess it's what happens when you make
a poor boy from the country a celebrity

Chorus:
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
I'm nobody special,
I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
A county cut celebrity

On some real shit, don't be no one but yourself
The artists that followed
the light end up the dust on the shelf
Bein' a slave for some guy who
don't know shit about music
Take the power and money and
forever will go abuse it

Find a dream, keep the dream,
wrong dreams ain't that bad
Gives you something to work
for because life goes by way too fast
And life's a wind that speeds up,
and God dangit 'fore you know it
The time starts to fly with it,
take your goals and go focus
(Go focus, go focus, go focus, go focus,
go focus, go focus)