Renegades lyrics - yelawolf

 ("Ghetto Cowboy" Version)

Sometimes I feel like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber

Ready to get shot down, shot out

Just one in the chamber ready

Like a loaded gun

I got both wheels on a Harley blazin' a trail in the sunrays

Me and this lady, man, it's like church on a Sunday

I'm off of my rocker, but rock and roll is my papa

Raised me up on this gasoline, Billie Jean was my mama

Broken hearts turned to spoken art, my blood is like lava

Hard as a rock when I'm cold, yet I can flow just like water

Grew up with people that's lethal, grew up with hustling daughters

Mothers and fathers alike, like it or not when you saw us

Live my life like a rebel, the devil's hot on my tracks

But I won't run from my demons, no, I embrace them in fact

So remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves

From entrepreneurs to losers, users and runaways

Ready like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same

Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names

For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

Alcohol in my system to face the system of living

Marijuana rolled up, money on tables for women

For the strippers and divas for those who didn't believe us

We went from single wide homes to homes with twenty foot ceilings

You may say you hate money, money isn't the issue with you

And all of your bullshit, you bullshit me and I miss you

Save your tears for your love, smile when love ain't around

I'm in the booth for my family, yes I'm holding you down

Keep pressing play every day and if they hate, let them hate

Believe in you and that's all you can do, so fuck what they say

And remember my spirit when that Slumerican flag waves

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

Ready like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel ready like a loaded gun

From entrepreneurs, losers to users and renegades

For factory workers, servers and hustlers all the same

Single mothers and others, nobodies, prisoners, no-names

For entrepreneurs, losers to users and runaways

I feel like a loaded gun

Sometimes I feel like I'm one in the chamber

Ready to get shot down, shot out

Just one in the chamber ready

Like a loaded gun