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


[Chorus]
Cm                      Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
Cm                      Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
Cm                      Cm                          Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity, yeah
Cm
Church a county cut celebrity


[Verse 1]
        Cm                          Cm
I still pump my own gas and I still cut my own grass
          Cm                                   Cm
Still get arrested just the same for that weed smell in the dash
          Cm                              Cm
And I get judged and picked apart, prolly way more than average
           Cm
It made me antisocial and a fuckin'
N.C.
Sociable savage, and I can
Cm                              Cm
Take my thoughts up in my brain and turn 'em to a weapon (brbrbr)
  Cm                          Cm
I disected hip-hop on a table in paw paw's tool shed
       Cm                              Cm
I took summertime crickets, added some bass and a snare
         Cm
Now everyone from coast to coast,
N.C.
Slow-mo when they stare Yeah


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


[Chorus]
Cm                      Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
Cm                      Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
Cm                      Cm                          Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity, yeah....
Cm
Yeah...A county cut celebrity


[Verse 2]
            Cm                           Cm
I went from Nissan hard bodies with some holes in the rust
               Cm                      Cm
To Vettes with Lamborghini doors, camo wrapped in the cut
             Cm                           Cm
Them leather jackets like a greaser, work shirts with them paint stains (you know it)
Cm                                  Cm
From a trailer with no septic, to a mansion estate man
  Cm                                 Cm
I did it with the hands that slapped paint on the baseboards
         Cm                         Cm
Now they gotta watch me paint Dixie on the top of the billboard
          Cm
Yeah, the country just showed up
                       Cm
To the fuckin' hip-hop awards, I drove here in a
N.C.
Cadillac, white on white with the
N.C.
Bull horn (you know it)


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


[Chorus]
      Cm                     Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
      Cm                     Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity
      Cm                     Cm                                Cm
I'm nobody special, I'm just like you, a county cut celebrity, yeah......
Cm
A county cut celebrity


[Verse 3]
        Cm                             Cm
On some real shit, don't be no one but yourself
                          Cm                               Cm
The artists that followed the light end up the dust on the shelf
                  Cm                           Cm
Bein' a slave for some guy who don't know shit about music
               Cm                         Cm
Take the power and money and forever will go abuse it
              Cm                           Cm
Find a dream, keep the dream, wrong dreams ain't that bad
                    Cm                               Cm
Gives you something to work for because life goes by way too fast
                  Cm                              Cm
And life's a wind that speeds up, and God dangit 'fore you know it
                   Cm                           Cm
The time starts to fly with it, take your goals and go focus
          C5
Go focus, go focus, go focus,
N.C.
Go focus, go focus, go focus