[Chorus: Rizzi Myers & Upchurch]

Everyone's time's gonna fade away

Dust to dust and Amazing Grace

Only thing I'm leaving is my last name

Oh, and an empty grave

[Verse 1: Upchurch]

One day I'll be in a box I ain't talkin' about a grave

I'm talkin' 'bout a box of greatest hits I made along the way

Found on a dirt road 'cause I ain't never had shit paved

And when the roots grow back I'll be a mystery per se

No askin' folks in Nashville 'cause I refuse to go and sign

I walked in houses of legends that made a impact on your life

Takin' advice from people who have platinum records with Slim Shady

Went on vacation with country superstars even though I'm crazy

And on a psycho social roller coaster, no seat belts doin' loops

My mind got a vault like a doomsday preppin' loony toon

Stay boucin' off these walls like my house is made of gymnastic mats

And I'll be rappin' 'til I'm ninety out of shape with cataracts

'Cause I ain't got to see a road to cut a trail and make a path

I'm twenty-seven and I know this whole city feelin' my wrath

Just wait 'til I'm thirty and fine tuned like a Stratocaster

I'm not biodegradable still the cleanest white trash and I'm Church

[Chorus: Rizzi Myers & Upchurch]

Everyone's time's gonna fade away

Dust to dust and Amazing Grace

Only thing I'm leaving is my last name

Oh, and an empty grave

[Verse 2: Upchurch]

Most people in denial about the timeline of life

The burnin' of a flame one goes out then one comes up and strikes

I stepped into the shallow water knowin' one day I'll drown

To the noise of screamin' voices and Instagram shutter sounds

Right now for me it's just now, startin' to get kinda loud

I'm gettin' pointed out at malls from a couple surroundin' crowds

People threaten to jump me and want to show up to my house

You're creatin' a crazy person with loaded guns in his house

And everyday that passes I'm becomin' more intelligent to social negligence

No matter what the cadence is all I see is some adjectives

I'm drastically paintin' you cinematic action

Mixed with words I scrambled off of every part of the alphabet

How gooder can I get I think the game is hibernatin'

Or overdosed on manufactured faces and sound waves

So won't you put me in that box and put my voice in one that's separate

One's a death box the other's gonna be a livin' statement and they know it

[Chorus: Rizzi Myers & Upchurch]

Everyone's time's gonna fade away

Dust to dust and Amazing Grace

Only thing I'm leaving is my last name

Oh, and an empty grave

[Verse 3: Upchurch]

Knock, knock. Who's there? It's the end of your career

Yeah, what's up you motherfucker been waitin' to see you here

I've been dyin' to meet you and that's really no pun intended

I've met every goal I wanted made the impact for my people

And held them southern roots before every song that I made

And got invited to show up and attend the CMA'S

But my ass never went I went ghost when they called me to that stage

'Cause I don't need people to clap to make me proud of my name

To make me proud of my songs, to make me proud of my lyrics

I was built out of southern spirit only found in the thicket

My bloodline the thickest, fuck all the fame and the riches

That shit all fades away but not the voice of a legend who's preachin'

And that's why they call me Church, cross my heart hope to die

Stick a needle in my eye, and have to do it three times

To even almost make me blind, 'cause my third one don't even blink

So I see you before you see yourself when you try comin' for me

Church

[Chorus: Rizzi Myers & Upchurch]

Everyone's time's gonna fade away

Dust to dust and Amazing Grace

Only thing I'm leaving is my last name

Oh, and an empty grave