Trailer In The Sky lyrics - Yelawolf & Jelly Roll
[Jelly Roll:]
Trailer in the sky
[Yelawolf:]
This is a stick up, a hey can we stick up
When I was in trouble, had to pick my own switch up
Cried so hard that I used to get the hiccups
Boy, shake it off, boy, pick that bottom lip up
(I popped the trunk, I popped the trunk, I popped the trunk, let's go)
I popped the trunk in '08 in [?]
[?] I was a hip-hop messenger
Too bad my own city acts like I'm a leper, bro
But it ain't the majority
It's the bible thump and not important authorities
Who enjoy destroyin' me in the papers like orgies
Upset nobody's been this influential before me
Of course me just a white boy from the lost streets
Of the south eleventh home, where I learned to destroy beats
But I just sit back and laugh with all this cash
Thinkin' kiss my white tattoed ass because
[Jelly Roll:]
Someday we will all get high
Someday we will all get high
Someday in that double wide
Someday we will all get high in that double wide
Trailer in the sky
Trailer in the sky
Trailer in the sky
[Yelawolf:]
But now I never pardon my French
I just fly to Paris, hit the bar with the French
They said I was too careless with my art and my pen
But you could suck a golf ball out of my cardigan
I'm low fashion like that, Slumerican like that
Who said I couldn't be dead? I'm parenting like that
I'm raisin' up new G's, I'm makin' bosses in fact
I just hate hangin' around, except for my closet rack, it's all facts
So if you wanna get stoned and drunk
But you're still livin' in a trailer park home, look up
Because you'll be stuck in a 9 to 5 until you're eighty-five
So look alive, ignore the book of lies 'cause some day
[Jelly Roll:]
Someday we will all get high (Someday we will all get high)
Someday we will all get high (Someday we will all get high)
Someday in that double wide (In that double wide)
Someday we will all get high in that double wide
Trailer in the sky
Trailer in the sky
Someday we will all get high (Someday we will all get high)
Someday we will all get high in that double wide
Trailer in the sky
Glasses Up lyrics - Yelawolf
(All the masses uh, put your glasses up)
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
In the name
Of Hip-Hop
And Rock 'n Roll
Let's fuckin' get it
Sounwave
This ain't accidental, boy
This is God-given, raw rhythm
Lyrical autism, hard livin'
The king of this country-southern bar flippin'
Star boy
Yeah, that's every weekend
Aw, give em a high five
Or a fifth of liquor, and I'll pen em a sixteen like juvenile detention
Paw, get 'em (Get 'em)
I put the saw in 'em cut em up, still the same still don't give a fuck
Glasses up
Think I've had too much to drink
Think I've had enough
Glasses up
Think I've had too much to drink
Think I've had enough
I ain't metaphorically speaking
When I say I left that sink leaking
I been drippin' so many years in this house
I gotta swim to the kitchen down from the ceiling
So cold, my fuckin' heat needs heating
The Lord pressed go on the seedling
That's flower power, power, power, yeah
Put your hands up, push higher
Mama kush burnin' like a bush fire
Look sire
The jester took the crown from the empire
The Robin Hood of funk
Now do like Sherlock Holmes, and pick your glasses up
Glasses up
Glasses up
Think I've had too much to drink
Think I've had enough
Glasses up
Think I've had too much to drink
Think I've had enough
I just coughed up a lung
Then I spit on the devil because I'm talkin' in tongues
The Bible Belt, bitch
I just wrecked a box in the ditch
Police, they pulled me over, put the locks on the wrist
They must've thought they caught themselves a big catfish
But they had to let me go because I'm stinkin' rich
Weavin'
Pushin' and weavin'
Leave an impression but I'm never leavin'
(Never leavin')
Gotta go, gotta lead 'em (Gotta lead 'em)
Yeah, I'm a G.O.A.T, I'm the reason
(I'm the reason)
The reason
They been pushin' and weavin'
Leave an impression but I'm never leavin'
(Never leavin')
Gotta go, gotta lead 'em (Gotta go, gotta lead 'em)
Yeah, I'm a G.O.A.T, I'm the reason
(I'm the reason, baby)
The reason
They been pushin' and weavin'
Leave an impression but I'm never leavin'
(Never leavin')
Gotta go, gotta lead 'em (Gotta go, gotta lead 'em)
Yeah, I'm a G.O.A.T, I'm the reason
I'm the reason, baby
Reason, baby
Reason, baby
Reason
Make You Love Me lyrics - Yelawolf
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
I'll be your favorite killer if you
You'll be my one, Priscilla
I'll be the shotgun baby if you
You'll load me up and play with me
Make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
Make you (Oh) **** me
Oh, oh, oh
I'm out running around all this paying around
I'm out paying for this and that
All over town to make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
I'll take you to the movies
I'll listen to your stories
You gotta educate me
Teach me what you'll do for me
I'm just a lonely pillar
Holding open empty building
Tie me up to your feelings
And hang me from the ceiling
Make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
Make you (Oh) **** me
Oh, oh, oh
I'm out running around all this paying around
I'm out paying for this and that
All over town to make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
Put the hand out, she don't get it
Baby love, you just don't get it
You're pretty enough to make a crook admit it
But I am a poet, I'm up front, no edit
Take me down there, up and around there
You in the brown hair, down to the town square
People looking and watchin', stop but I don't care
Rock and roll stars, I'm the boy there
She likes the old school, she loves an outcast
These trends are old news
These bands are so bad
These boys are lurkin', I'll show ya throw back
My whiskey glass is empty, yo hold that
The powder coated Chevelle that I parked in the alley
Got a seat in it for your body, if you want it that loudly
I'll kick it, take it to you
We can jump a Bama to Cali, sample each other like a charcuterie
You and me packing?
Pack it up, bitch
Make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
Make you **** me
Oh, oh, oh
I'm out running around all this playing around
I'm out paying for this and that
All over town to make you **** me
Oh, oh
Juliana lyrics - Yelawolf
I left my wallet in El Segundo
Right next to the Bible inside of the dresser drawer
Alongside of my morals, yeah
I left 'em all
Wasn't a dollar short, but she was way taller
Leggings still on the floor, fishnet, velvet decor
Red lights blink at the walls, the walls, I did explore
Exploit the bitch, the bitch likes to be called
She bites like a piranha, the marks left from the claws
My back is trademarked how she displays heart
The whiskey sweat beads on plastic made parts
You leave the sunlight, like where the shade starts
Never makes love, only makes art, Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana, Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana, Juliana (Gotta get a handle, Juliana)
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle, Juliana
Flew her down to Atlanta
Drove her to Alabama
But we never left the bar, kids
I was tellin' big fibs, lying my way to Bakersfield
Sipping my fuckin' cocktails, pinkie up with the painted nails
She smelt Le Labo, I was enchanted too
Look, we got stuck at the dock, but we might as well been in Cabo
She's somebody's side ho
I could really care less
With her chest peeking through V-neck tees, I'd make her my ho
Woah
Wait, that's disrespectful
Or is it?
When another girl walked by, she said
"I'd hit it"
I just laughed and agreed
She got, explicit
Go on, butter the baby's biscuit
Before the night falls into the day
I might have to pop a Cialis and drink Tanqueray
Yeah, that might be my saving grace
She said I'd have to wait
But I know that's not the case
Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana, Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle (Gotta get a handle, Juliana)
Juliana (Gotta get a grip, Juliana)
Juliana, Juliana (Gotta get a handle, Juliana)
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle, Juliana
Juliana
Parkinson's couldn't shake it like you did
On the sheets, I left a couple kids
Beast it out, yeah, then I peaced it out
AirDropped a couple clips, make me never leave the couch
We in the, we in the, we in the house like a rug bug
She on the, she on the drug-drugs
But it's really good love
Passed out in my clothes in the bathtub
That's good love, maybe not good for me
But it sure makes a goddamn good story
With no plans and no manners
I'm just a nail gettin' hammered, Juliana
Marijuana lyrics - Yelawolf
79
1-9-7-9
Hmm
Here we go
What you know about sellin' your soul?
Is it for sale or no?
I know about it, I packed it up in a box and delivered it to the crossroads in wrapping paper and a bow
Motherfucker I've been high
Since knee-high, since teatime
Since birth from the beer buzz like bees fly
Five years old in the Polaroid, that's me high
Yeah, baby's at the bar, I got ladies at the bar that's tryin' to touch me, why?
Because we're all sick, all picked from the gutter by God like a broken bottle chip
Look I admit I'm bipolar, it's part of my superpower
Hey speaking of bipolar, which one of me's for the hour?
The rapper, the killer, the artist, the painter or father
Which part of my mind will come bring an empty plate and devour?
The meals set forth from the Lord of course
But yet of course, I sacrificed eating it all just to sharpen my sword
Unlikable to many, a saint to some
Maybe I'll get a chance, maybe the break will come
Already done plenty talking, I don't know what else I can say
I'm at the window with the caulking, trying to keep the rain away
Yeah, keeping Wayne out, but it's a lot holding in
I'm a fucking rain cloud, grab a raincoat, my friend, locced out
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Ooh
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Ooooh
(Locced out, smoked out)
(Too high)
Marijuana (Too high)
Marijuana (Too high)
(Low, low, low)
Marijuana
They threw me into a prison, said mentally disposition they thought I was sick of living (No)
My message was misinterpreted I was just broken hurt and maybe just needed a studio (Yo)
My life as an artist has been the war of a soldier I wear the stripes of a gun and carry the oath
I swear to be faithful even though when it's hateful to me at times, I. Will. Never. Let her go
If life is a bitch, I'll put that dog on a leash, when they say jump I say leap
I put my kids through the heat to put that "womp" in the jeep
From rock and roll as a baby all the way to Trunk Muzik 3
To focus all of that hurt I had to jump in the dirt
Bury myself alive and gave my heart to the Earth
Anyone who knows that dream can relate to those words
A contract to the people and to that I serve, locced out
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Ooh
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Marijuana
(Locced out, smoked out)
Ooooh
(Locced out, smoked out)
(Too high)
Marijuana (Too high)
Marijuana (Too high)
(Low, low, low)
Marijuana
Goodbye Mornin lyrics - Yelawolf
Goodbye, mornin'
Hello, evening
It's been a long, long weekend
Goodbye, mornin'
Hello, evening (Yeah)
Her daddy had El Caminos
He sold them for dope money, her mama worked at the casino
Yeah, they had 'em a single wide trailer
Tucked behind a gas station, just a bit outside of Reno
Yeah, she dropped out of high school
She took a likin' to Michael, but Michael only drove bicycles
Huh, yeah, so they took a siphon and siphoned
Gas into an old Plymouth, and he stole his granddaddy's rifle
Yeah, Mahogany paint
Rusted out bottom, you could see the road through the floorboard, the shit was busted
Yeah, she wasn't no saint
Even though nobody knew it, the bitch was sneaky and couldn't be trusted
Yeah, her mama text Tina
"Baby, dinner's at eight," but she turned off her ringer
She had no vibrate, no cell service either
Michael said fuck a cell phone, Michael's still rocking a beeper
Yeah, the drive was outrageous
Got drunk and took LSD, fearin' and loathin' Las Vegas
She said, "What you telling me? I like it rough, I'm a sadist"
So they pulled over and fucked on top of somebody's Bentayga
Isn't that true human nature?
Two humans usin' each other, consumed in perfume and makeup
Assuming that when you wake up, you'll be in bloom like a flower, in love
But soon as you love 'em, you hate 'em, ain't bitch a nature?
I mean, nature's a bitch, anyway, where was I with this?
Oh yeah, they fucked on the Bentley and jumped back in the Plymouth
He said, "The city of sin," she said, "Let's do some sinnin'"
He said, "I got an idea, I'm down to go if you're in"
She said, "Of course, whatever," she said, "whatever, I'm down for whatever"
He said, "Grab the rifle," she said, "Cool, even better"
Threw the gun in a duffel bag with her purse and her mama's sweater
Michael grabbed her by her hand and they ran into the 7-Eleven
And stuck 'em up for the cash and a 24 pack of Miller Lite
No mask, high as a kite
Jumped back in the car just in time to hear the sirens
Ten miles into the desert, the police chasing, start firing
Pop, pop, pop, pop, they tried to hit the tires, but hit the back window
Michael took one to the shoulder, the blood splattered on Tina
She wiped her face with a look of shock, then she said, "Fuck the cops"
Then grabbed the rifle, he said, "Don't worry, I keep it cocked
Just point and shoot, hang out the window and let it loose"
"I can't drive any faster got it pinned at 92"
She took a shot, but the cop didn't stop
Michael said, "One bullet left, Tina, that's all we've got"
Michael hit a pothole and Tina dropped the gun on the road
Plus, they forgot to get gas, the car started to slow
He took a turn toward the canyon, but hit a ditch and got stuck
The cop handcuffed Tina and then he beat Michael up
Beat his ass to a bloody mess and he kicked in his guts
Threw him and Tina in back of the sheriff Bronco truck
And when they both woke up on a hotel rug
Buck-naked and dazed, still in a haze and buzzed
Hands shaking from the detox, TV box plug
Electrified, rejected like a B-side dub
She said, "Michael, what the fuck?" He said, "Bitch hold up
My name ain't Michael, and where the hell's the keys to my truck?"
She said, "Michael, what the fuck?" He said, "Bitch hold up
My name is Pete, and LSD's a hell of a drug
Ain't it, Sheila?"
Goodbye, mornin'
Hello, evening
It's been a long, long weekend
Goodbye, mornin'
Goodbye, mornin'
Hello, evening
It's been a long, long weekend
Goodbye, mornin'
Goodbye, mornin'
Hello, evening
Cars lyrics - Yelawolf
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
Billy just got out jail
Billy just got out jail, jail, yeah
Billy just got out jail
And he's back up in his Chevy and he's givin' it hell
I give you two bets
I bet a dollar they go to sleep on this new shit
Bet I'll take a rapper and snatch him up by his crewneck
They'll be on TikTok like, "Ho, not the suplex"
I just drank a forty-ounce bootleg
And my head is spinnin' like DJ Whoo Kidd
Loopin' beats in the booth, I go stupid
Hotter than Jim Belushi in a jacuzzi
Put a cavity in your toupée like a toothache
Boy, you better hold on loosely
I'm just a nerd playin' with words
I made millions doin' this, it's completely absurd
How effortless it is to me, it's like flyin' for birds
I'm already bored again, I might not finish this verse
Seriously though
Only fuckin' reason I'm rappin' again is for the
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
I sit back with a pack of Zig-Zags, and I
I quit rappin', I'm back, I relapse, and I
Catch a buzz like a bug, I get zapped, and I
Dressed to kill, fresh as hell, the whole pack and I
The low fashion, toe draggin', tip-toe the G-Wagen
Rodeo, no plastic, the platinum
I'm passin' the glass full of Louis
A handful of Aspirin when I landed in Aspen
Like Jim with the bag, it done bought me a cabin
Baby's up, baby's braggin'
They tried to clip my wings like a parrot, a parrot
But I pulled it out the mud like a carrot, a carrot
And where were the parents at? That's a negative
Mommy, don't worry, just sit back, take a sedative
It's been a long trip, never regretted it
'Cause it's been a big win, I am competitive
Baby, the cabbage wasn't green enough, but the lettuce is
You talk about cheese, buddy, I'm swimmin' in cheddar grits
Check in mail like a letter is
And I said it with confidence, fuck 'em all
Miss me with the rhetoric for cars
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need wheels
I need cars, cars, fancy cars
Cars, cars, fancy cars
Gotta have one of those fancy cars
I swear to God, it would be so hard
If I could just get one of those fancy cars
I need wheels
Lookin Over lyrics - Yelawolf & DJ Paul
[Yelawolf:]
When I'm lost, it's always perfect timin'
When I break, I always get reminded
Lookin' over
Someone's lookin' over
Yeah
When I was five, me and mama was travelling to Baton Rouge
In an '83 T-top Z28 without a clue
Mama was just a girl, I mean, like, barely twenty-two
I fell asleep in the hatchback in my He-Man jumpsuit
We pulled over to get gas, I told her I wanted to sit up front
We had a dog named Chow-Chow in the front seat, we switched it up
Chow-Chow got in the hatchback, mama covered me up in blankets
I fell asleep listening to the radio and mama sang it
When I'm lost, it's always perfect timin'
When I break, I always get reminded
Lookin' over
Someone's lookin' over
When I'm lost, it's always perfect timin'
When I break, I always get reminded
Lookin' over
Someone's lookin' over
Yeah
We drove in the snow and sleet, but mama hadn't had much sleep
Been chasin' an escape for us, probably been chasin' for weeks
She passed out behind the wheel and crashed into the median
We flipped down a ravine and then back up on the street again
Chow-Chow flew out of the hatchback there and died on the highway
That alone was a miracle 'cause Chow-Chow was in my place
I walked away without a scratch on my face
Mama barely had bruises and what else can you say, but
When I'm lost, it's always perfect timin'
When I break, I always get reminded
Lookin' over
Someone's lookin' over
When I'm lost, it's always perfect timin'
When I break, I always get reminded
Lookin' over
Someone's lookin' over
Yeah
[DJ Paul:]
I was raised in the PJs, in the PJs
I was raised in the PJs, in the PJs
I was raised in the PJs, in the PJs
I was raised in the PJs, in the PJs
Farewell lyrics - Yelawolf & Struggle Jennings
[Yelawolf:]
Life is a piece of cake yeah
I'm just taking back what I bake yeah
Bought a palace right off the lake yeah
That's a place that I ain't even stay at
And try to put me in chalk baby I'm still walkin'
Remind a homie my legacy is revealed often
Can't settle for this day-to-day 'cause I made that way
I got a call and I'm crawlin' all through these 808s
Yelawolf is a business, that's why I stay the busiest
Runnin' circles around you, that's why you stay the dizziest
Don't say you wouldn't be famous, don't be a hypocrite
Fame is a bi-product of absolutely killing shit
And I kill shit 9 to 5 from
5 to 9 leave another [?] boast
And brag about the toe-tags
They don't believe in getting wealthy, that's so sad
They thought I'd stick around this trailer park forever
Motherfucker I'm in heaven tell God to send a letter
I'm a warrior to say the least
And I'm not worried about these haters, please
Farewell, goodbye
Watch me go, watch me go
Farewell, don't cry
Watch me go, watch me go
Catfish Billy, bitch
[Struggle Jennings:]
My daddy told me never tattle (nah)
Never run from a battle (huh)
You get knocked up off that horse
Get yourself up off that ground
Dust yourself off, get your ass back up on that saddle
Raised barefoot in the gravel (ugh)
You gotta know what really matters (huh)
So fear no man, only God, when times hard
Fix your problem, don't be lookin' for the answers in a bottle
I'm still looking in the bottle (yeah)
I made it farther than my father (huh)
Gotta practice what I preach, to each it's own, I'm in the zone
Leave me alone, I set the tone so, baby don't bother
I feel like Jon Connor (huh)
I'm 'a fight 'til I'm a goner (yeah)
The terminator's coming, I'm not runnin'
Stand my ground for the resistance, gotta kill me
'cause my soul is not to offer
I put that on my coffin
[Yelawolf:]
Baby girl I gotta go, daddy is up to somethin'
You know father's a killer, ain't coming back with nothin'
I'm coming back with dinner on my back
Leave the bloodstains, jumping down at the fucking quarter laundry mat
I've been around the world before I ever left the mud
Gadsden, Alabama, god damn it, I made it 'cause
Couldn't fill up my appetite for destruction
Kick over the speakers and leave 'em fuck 'em they love 'em
Bitch I won't hide behind my genius no, I'm making classics
But you can hide behind this verse, you know I'm fucking snappin'
Tell the truth about me when you speak about me boy
You better do some diggin', do some readin' 'bout your boy
'cause you ain't never heard an artist, met an artist like me
Out of a million other artists I'm the hardest liking, smartest likely
Runnin' shit in Luccheses like Lebron in some Nikes
Now I switched the fuck up on 'em
They haven't been the same since I put that gold chain buck on 'em
I'm outta here I don't know if I'm coming back again
So I'm 'a leave you with this acronym
D-R-E-A-M
Determine Reality Eternally Amen
Talkin lyrics - Yelawolf
You only listen when you talkin'
Talkin'
Hold my beer and watch this
I'ma give this my kung fu kick
Never tongue tied, never untied kicks
Only untied bows on these new whips
That two-five-six, too live, cool kick
I'm too live, bitch, I'm live at six
With American pie, what slice I get?
I opened up a bakery, I supply my shit
I'm filthy stupid, fuck being humble
I'm a rock and roller, my weed, it tumbles
My mama rose up like Willie Nelson
My boys get tore up, somebody help 'em
We still slum and beat still drum
And you still late, but I'm still comin'
I'm a master craftsman, I'm lappin' them, but I know
You only listen when you talkin'
Talkin'
You only hear me when you talk
Talkin'
Talkin'
Eat the cake, weed, biscuits, and gravy
That's dough for you, dough for the babies
Five-one, five-O, I'm still crazy
Manager so hard that they pay to pay me
That's poor Shady, that's so crazy
I'm low-key one of the most greatest
I spoke it into existence, maybe you
Take some notes, go get a pencil
Hey, but fuck being humble, I'm a rock and roller
Pick it up remote, like a remote controller
These seas I'm over, New Zealand
Reelin' up a whale, that fanbase that lived to see it
We drop ship and sail, give 'em hell
Wrote the alphabet when we took an L
But y'all don't hear me, though, oh well (Hahaha)
You only listen when you talkin' (Just flappin' those gums)
Talkin'
You only hear me when you talk (You ain't hear me, though)
Talkin' (All good)
Talkin'
You only listen when you talk
Talkin' (I'm just hidden away in these games, yeah)
Talkin'
You only hear me when you talk (Body in the grave)
Talkin' (You're one foot up in the grave, one foot up on the grave)
Talkin'
Anyway (Feel the, feel the, feel the bass)
F-Feel the ba—, feel the bass, feel the bass
F-f-feel the, feel the, feel the bass
F-Feel the ba—, feel the bass, feel the bass
F-f-feel the, feel the, feel the bass
F-Feel the ba—, feel the bass, feel the bass
F-f-feel the, feel the, feel the bass
F-Feel the ba—, feel the bass, feel the bass
F-f-fee—
Cookin Cocaine lyrics - Yelawolf
Makin' magic over holy water
Whippin' dope inside an old apartment
Chopper leaned against the leather couch and
Cellophane bags in the public housing
Mossy old duffel bag in the corner, got the rocks underneath the old pistol
J's always knockin', you hear 'em tappin', serving crack from the crack of a bedroom window
Michael Jordans in the closet with the tags, he don't play ball, he don't play sports
Dickies got the sharp crease with the sag, pack of white tees, pack of Newports
Ain't been the same since it started snowin'
I'm proud of him though, gotta keep it goin'
'Cause baby's in school with a new pair shoes, he's risking his life to afford 'em
'Cause he's a—
All day cookin' cocaine, caught in a wishing well
Oh, yeah
How do we maintain love while living in hell?
By cookin' cocaine
Cookin' cocaine
Katie hungry, gotta feed the children
All this overhead, you raise the ceiling
You make a killer, he makes a killing
I call him "Hero," you call him "Villain"
Give him no hope but you give him grief
That kind of hope gives you no relief
That kind of rope you can only hang yourself
With soul to survive, it's a gangster's handkerchief
Out the back pocket he showed a flag
Forty-five Glock, yeah, he toted that
I wasn't one for the shoot 'em up life, but for him, there was never no going back
To meet the quota, he sold a sack
To feed his daughter, he'd go through that
For drinking water and not from the tap
He put his hustling on the map
We go out of state for all the weight and we come right back to the laundromat
I called it that 'cause he had all the quarters, quarter keys, rocks of crack
Funny how fearless I was lookin' back, I was laughing and playing with death
But I wouldn't miss a step with my brother, besides, what did he have left
But—
All day cookin' cocaine, caught in a wishing well
Oh, yeah
How do we maintain love while living in hell?
By cookin' cocaine
Cookin' cocaine
Legend lyrics - Yelawolf
Don't let me complicated, over-explaining who I am and who I've been around, now
I went from [?]
[?]
No rubber bands now
But it's hard not to flex, as I am now
Took care of the fam now and gave mama a legal Marijuana brand now
Shit, we're still in the driveway
But not at the house though
I ain't got enough roof for the whips
So I lift that bitch, parked at the studio
Gave my homie a Harley for his birthday
Not a big deal though
Similarly is my little brother, now the blood brother, but for real bros look
Don't believe blood is thicker than water
That shit is a myth, bro
I got blood kind that would never get into one of my rock shows, look
I gotta spit at, slap, kick my bitch a 8 Mile Lunch
Then I snap, click, flipped and dropped Pop the Trunk
And the story is still being written
I'm a living juxtaposition
Yelawolf is what is happens when you let the devil do all the babysitting
I was just being groomed
A king coming out of the tomb
I found god on a cereal box with a styrofoam bowl and a plastic spoon
And that's how you make a legend
That's how you make a legend
Yeah
That's how you make a legend
I'm guessing
And that's how you make a legend
That's how you make a legend
Are you on the level, huh?
Hhh, okay
I put in work with Raekwon, Busta Rhymes, Twista, Tech N9ne
8Ball, MGJ, Slim Thug, in '09
Juelz Santana, Big Boi, Outcast
Gangsta Boo, Juicy J, DJ Paul, we done that
A$AP, 1 Train
With Struggle, Jelly Roll
Killer Mike, Paul Wall, Big K.R.I.T, my bro
Trae tha Truth, Gucci Mane, The Funky Homosapien
Del, yeah, Bun B, with Dr. Dre, shakin' hands
B-Real, Cypress Hills, DJ Muggs, Travis Barker
Baldacci, that real, Estevan, the godfather
Lil Jon, Slaughterhouse, Royce da 5'9"
DJ Premier, Mr. DJ [?], in while
Wiz Khalifa, three tours
Two tours with Wu-Thang
WLPWR, Grip Playz, LA's, The Game
Diplo, Marshal Mathers
Man, the verses I laid with him
I even did a full album with Ed Sheeran, before the stadiums
(Give up everything you loved once)
And that's how you make a legend
(Give everything that you paid for)
That's how you make a legend
Yeah
That's how you make a legend
I'm guessing
And that's how you make a legend
That's how you make a legend
New Me lyrics - Yelawolf
Did you bring that Creek Water with ya?
Back that up
Oh, that cinnamon?
Cinnamon, you coming in hot
Yeah
Yeah
Trunk Muzik shit
Back to the old ways
Let's go
I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh)
Pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that hoe to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
Baby, hold onto this drink while I fasten my belt buckle
And check for the door
Make your way to the kitchen for me, mama
And look at the bar, check for some more
Act like you know what I want and go do it
Act like you got a good point and come prove it
Bitch, it ain't personal, don't get all moody
Why you think I got all suited and booted?
Early 40s in this purgatory
Coming at me getting doper, yeah
Young ladies out here loving the boy
Permanently on my sofa yeah
I got leather jacket that's older than you
I'm the daddy of this whole fucking crew
All of my sons, all of 'em fun
They go slanging with the coke in the room
Big facts
Moved in for the pig skins by the ten pack
Passed out on that floosie too with no Percocets, you still went back
No pillow talk, chit chat
She real quit, waist trap
Agent Provocateur, yeah, for sure
Wanna put that leg's where my face at?
I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh)
Pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that hoe to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
She ain't worried 'bout a damn thing (Damn)
Walk her down, took her down, pull her hamstring, yeah
Take another bump, now that's off key
I'm 'bout to tune her up like T-Pain (T-Pain)
Can't complain, it ain't nothing
Got her hotter than an onion ring
That gun go, "Click, bang-bang" (Baow)
Go doggy (Baow) like tongue hang (Yeah)
DNA, she taking my saliva
BNA, I might fly you
Make up messy like I tie dyed her
Gave her two P's, I pipe pied her
Bitch, get tuned, now we eye to eyer
Greyhound, bye-bye, yuh
Adios, bon voyage
Yes sir, no yes sire
King shit, got a new suit
Got a flock on me going, "Cuckoo"
Yeah, bird word, yeah, that wing man, that stank love, doo-doo
Don't try me youngster, I'm A1, and I'm jumping out of my rap bed
Elvis Messy, come get this selfie, but please, don't touch the black hat, look
I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh)
Pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that hoe to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah, new me, ooh-wee (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, new me (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'ma show y'all new me
New me, new me, ooh-wee
Uh (Yeah)
She looking at me like daddy may I?
I gave her love it was total chaos
She got on her knees, saying prayers
I don't talk a lot, I Major Lazer
That's the play and guess I'm just a player
Hit her like two-thousand, hey, ya, hey, ya
I don't need brakes and I don't need favors
I hit the gas and I hate a hater
Bitch, take your heart, you can have it back
Been sleeping a lot when I come around
Hell, I might drive in a Cadillac
Taking turn, gotta slow it down
When I'm pulling up in that bench seat
Rose red with the new leaf
Turned over, no not strip
Well, probably with these two freaks and a new me
(Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh)
Pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that hoe to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah, I been in a slump all week (Yeah)
Popping that trunk all week (Mm-hmm)
Stink like new money (Ooh)
Pussy way too deep (Too deep)
Mama can't keep a beat? (Beat)
Kick that ho to the street (Street)
I'ma show you new me (New me)
I'ma show y'all new me (Ooh-wee)
Yeah
Bad News lyrics - Yelawolf & Caskey
Yo, I am so high right now (Colt 45 and)
Seriously (Ah, Percocets)
Yo (Gettin' it)
Yo
I gave 'em a catalog as thick as a fuckin' phone book and they still don't know what to call me
So I climbed to the top of a tall tree, threw a bowling ball in the lake, and I told 'em, "Just call me Boss D"
Yeah, that's a rappin' motherfucker, huh?
Yeah, I could wrap a whole fuckin' package up
Yeah, you a savage, but it don't matter, I graduated from savage to psychopath with a platinum cup
Platinum plaques for my managers
Bag of crack for my uncle, two-pack of glass with the Brillo pad, mad 'cause they can't handle us
We keep it too real, what is that?
I don't speak bootleg thoughts, but I might bootleg a thirty-pack
Still bendin' them corners, not the same whip
Still in that Chevy, but that bitch ain't got the same hips
Hey, by the time I hit fifty-five
I'ma have a tattoo body suit, whippin' my dick out on a yacht
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, rollin' through the city with some bad dudes
You can tell it by the tattoos
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
Man, what the fuck? I got this '79 box body jumpin' out the water—
Nah, fuck that, let's go
Still got bounce like a dryer sheet, but I don't know where to jump
Still got dirt up under my cleats from runnin' around these chumps
Better get fish up on that boat, you runnin' up all this hump
Kickin' that shit like I walked a dog with a stomach problem
Yeah, takin' my time, me doin' the best, that's whiskey in the jug
Takin' my time, but I won't take time to get a bitch all fucked up
Have you throwin' up in the sink, I'm makin' 'em sick, they pullin' the plug
Ain't gotta pop none of these balloons, I keep that helium in my cup
'Cause I float around this bitch, can't hold me down
Gave a loan to these rappers and they owe me now
Red neck too heavy, they can't hold the crown
Saw you once at the fuckin' bar and you know me now?
There will never be another me
And there will never be another Alabamian up in the alleyway
That had a way with other people being from or feeling out of place
Took it that a way, that a boy, I'm a database
From another place and the place, yeah, outer space
I'm a jet boat and a pool float 'bout to race
Nowadays, I can run a powerline like a powerline radio waves
I don't need no stage
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, rollin' through the city with some bad dudes
You can tell it by the tattoos
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
Goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, goin' 'gainst me bad news
Yeah, comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
(Get some)
We had to
(Get some)
Yelawolf
Bad news, yeah
(Get some)
And Black Sheep
Bad news
(Get some)
We had to
(Get some)
And Bl—
Bad news, yeah (Yeah)
(Get some)
We had to
Bad news, yeah
(Get some)
(Get some)
Comin' out the dirty south like it's Baton Rouge
(Get some)
Box Chevy 8 lyrics - Yelawolf & Killer Mike (feat. Bub Styles)
[Killer Mike:]
Rollin' box Chevy, blasting Pac heavy, holdin' Glock steady
You ain't got to even try to be ready when you stay ready
Be prepared
I don't want my family gettin' thoughts and prayers
Nah, nah, nah, player
I've seen that happen to the best of players
Don't need no crooked-ass preacher givin' a eulogy
Standin' over me
With two freaky little friends that were cool with me
Tellin' one another what they used to do to me
And my little cousin asked my auntie what they gon' do with all my jewelery
Nah, not for me, snap out of that dream, sittin' right here right at the red light
Anybody try to dead Mike, it's a green light
I ain't never scared 'cause I move with supreme light
Life is a bitch and the bitch is the mean type
And she don't give a fuck 'cause she eat right
I can't eat right, I can't sleep right
I can't sleep right, then more stress
Then more stress, you won't be blessed
Don't let doubt ever be your guest
Stay fresh-dressed with chains on chest
In a box Chevy, blowin' on that blessed, yes
[Yelawolf:]
Alright, alright (My box-)
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box, my, my box)
That's life, that's life
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy, my, my, my)
Alright, alright
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah
Rockstar, that's right (My box Chevy)
That's life, that's life
[Bub Styles:]
Got an F1 in the trunk of the box Chevy
Those 10s, lil' boy, them not 20s
They spinnin' on the head like Rock Steady
Whole block heavy on the chopped fetty
Don't call 'til you got the guap ready
Caviar spillin' on my potbelly
Only fat boy with the stock at the deli
Every day, scoop new drop at the telly
Uh, two shotguns in the bed like twins
New York, nothin' like a big white Benz
Eyes on the snake with a friend-like grin
They ain't never seen a D-boy with a pen like him (Nah)
Wish they plug would've been like him
Yanks on the fitted with a bent-like brim (Woo)
Opp mixed plots, now it's talk of the dot with a red-like tint (Buh, buh)
Drip dirty like Flint (Michigan)
Plates on the new grip dirty as shit
Couldn't hold the .22 sturdy and shit
Why y'all boys acting all flirty and shit?
Ahead of bruh, eatin' some curry and shrimp
Your rap style only looks scary on print
Your stereo pimps
If Bub go lift, then the cargo rips
[Yelawolf:]
Alright, alright (My box-)
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My, my, my, my)
That's life, that's life
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy, my, my, my)
Alright, alright
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box Chevy)
Rockstar, that's right (My box Chevy)
That's life, that's life
Killer Mike is on that Makaveli
I just pulled up, bumpin' me and Jelly
White walls, talkin' no Pirelli's
Made em sick, yeah, hold your belly
Alabama tried to keep me in Gadsden, I just told 'em to let go and let me
Haters was all on my back, but now when I drop an album, they all throw confetti
If you a snake, I got the cobra ready
If you a jake, I got the code of ethic
If these hoes irrelevant, they show is petty
Same play, got the same jersey
Same shades and it's all blurry
So we came late and we left dirty
But the mainstays ain't in no hurry
Feet up, no worries
Huh, no rush
Bub Styles with the cold cuts
We're whoopin' that
Outrageous, tell my agent, "Where the bookin' at?"
Ain't no more fuck deals
Nah, got these hip-hop braggin' skills
Got the chrome blades off of rap deals
Took my box Chevy off of wagon wheels
Uh
Alright, alright
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My, my, my, my)
That's life, that's life
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, uh (My box Chevy)
Alright, alright
Bump shit by the day, partyin' all night, yeah (My box)
Rockstar, that's right (My, my, my, my, my box Chevy)
That's life, that's life
My box Chevy
Another Drink lyrics - Yelawolf
Yeah, let's take a minute and talk about this, um
Girl clappin' her asscheeks with fantastic rhythm
I'm such a nerd that I told her she shouldn't be a stripper
Then I took her backstage to the cage and I chilli-dipped her
Guilty, and I'm dirty-South filthy
I'll turn you out quickly, then leave without tipping
Stupid, I'm Swayze, I hate to do it
Look, really, there's nothing to it, jump back in this Trunk Muzik, yeah
Still got it, baby, you still got it
Big box bodies, Bentleys, and exotics
Went from Alabama to crossing the Atlantic
In big beds, sipping whiskey and Hot Toddys
That's a lot of Bs and, bitch, I'm still buzzin'
That's a lotta Gs and, bitch, I'm still hungry
Got '80s baby syndrome, I'm addicted to hustlin'
Hold up, can I get you a glass of bubbly?
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink
Yeah, cause I'm crazy and you know it
Crazy smart, a kid done became a poet
A lover became a fighter, a fighter became a writer
I strike like a fucking cobra, a skater turned into a biker
Biker turned to a leader, lead 'em and take 'em higher
Oh, business'll get you higher, the boss to get you fired
Work harder, I make 'em tired, they stereotype Messiah
Tried to lock me up, I jumped over the barbed wire
No guts, no bruises, no fucks been given there
[?]
Purple label, Ralph Lauren pourin' off my back like [?]
From recordin' this whole fucking trip
But I balance-beam and jump out the trunk
Jumped straight into stream and strait
Go commercial, Ricky Bobby this shit
But first, let's take a sip
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink
I drained my pockets at the club, pulled the sink plug
Fired up a dub, smellin' like a stink bug
Got the one you love laid out on a mink rug
I ate that pussy like I just smoked bath salts
I am a flower jumpin' straight up out the asphalt
I took a shower up in the fountain of youth, too
Yeah, I took a hand off God, gave me the gold
I put it up on the mantle, Harley Davidson handle
Parked straight in my living room, big house full of animals
And Le Labo candles, no [?] off the Tennessee river
Because I'm a catfish Billy, silly
Still got the tote bag and Mossy Oak camo
Hold up, you know we gonna do it, right?
Hold up, you know it's gonna be tonight
Wait a minute
This AMEX is burnin' a hole, so go
Get your friends and let's roll
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink tonight
You can have another one on me
We can party like it's no tomorrow
You can have anything you see
Let's have another drink
Barn Fire lyrics - Yelawolf
Oh, shit
Oh, shit (Yeah)
Get buzzed
Harder than barbed wire, car tires (Car tires)
Hotter than your granddaddy's barn fire
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Catfish)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Billy, bitch)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Yeah, yeah)
That's that dude
Yeah, I jump on your Cadillac and James Dean it
So fresh, I wish Palmolive could've seen it
Tip-toe like Riff Raff with a big bag
Do you like my real dad and sit back?
These big trucks make big noise
But that lift kit'll never see the mud, boy
Go Travis Barker, drop a hundred on a K5
Park it next to something else that I have and I never drive
I'm in my heyday with my melee
I'm eating steaks, yeah, I'm eatin' grade A
I'm in this place, bitch, I own this place, ayy
The trailer park just got another upgrade
I'm fuckin' stupid with this shit
I'm talkin' hillbilly, pill-poppin', West Virginian, coal miner, stupid with it
Dig it? Y'all don't even get it
But I get it, it's been a minute
But I'm 'bout to drop a minnow in it, yeah
Oh, shit
Oh, shit
Get buzzed
Harder than barbed wire, car tires (Car tires)
Hotter than your granddaddy's barn fire
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Catfish)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Billy, bitch)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Yeah, yeah)
That's that dude
Yeah, fall out the box like some powdered eggs
Drippin' like a showerhead
Pipes crackin' like a powder keg
Wet paint, need a towel, yeah
Another WLPWR beat comes alive, but now it's dead
Uh, I had to kill it
Said he was cookin' up, uh, I had to steal it
She got an onion on her, uh, I had to peel it
Then I put a pickle to it and ate a salad with it
I don't give a fuck, make 'em mad, make 'em a madder critic
I'm the Mad Hatter over this platter, you Alice with it
Cataclysmic, I crash right into your old dad's Civic
In a tricycle spacecraft, crackin' up, laughin' at it
Crackers had it with all of my fans packin' in like some addicts
Wanna package up this calendar's average, I can't have it
I'm the baddest motherfucker since bad became the baddest
Just wait 'til they get that Michael Wayne classic
They gon' be like
Oh, shit
Oh, shit (Yeah)
Get buzzed
Harder than barbed wire, car tires (Car tires)
Hotter than your granddaddy's barn fire
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Catfish)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Billy, bitch)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Yeah, yeah)
(Catfish Billy, bitch)
Ayy, when it comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes, it comes around (Catfish Billy, bitch)
Ayy, when it comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes, it comes around (Catfish Billy, bitch)
Ayy, when it comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes, it comes around (Catfish Billy, bitch)
Ayy, when it comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes around (Let's go)
Comes around, comes, it— (Catfish Billy, bitch)
Oh, shit
Oh, shit (Yeah, oh, shit)
Get buzzed
Harder than barbed wire, car tires (Car tires)
Hotter than your granddaddy's barn fire
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (That's that dude, Catfish)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (Bitch, I'm that dude, Billy, bitch)
Ooh, ooh, that's that dude (I'm that dude, yeah, yeah)
That's that dude
Catfish Billy, bitch
Catfish Billy, bitch
Catfish Billy, bitch
Catfish Billy, bitch
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go
Flashlight lyrics - Yelawolf
Yeah, papa got a new Mercedes, he 'bout to teleport
Over the Florida-Georgia line, carryin' metaphors
Take it up to the stage and give 'em hell, yeah, that a boy
Had 'em drippin' in sweat, sippin' Creek Water and smokin' joints
And cold ones, tallboys, not all boys
Families comin' out, I'm generational, oh, boy
So I just ride a Crimson tide waves to the fall shores
From someone down in Texas on the Harley, we hog tours
Yeah, as a baby drank the formula, damn right
Shake it up in the bottle with some whiskey and sleep tight
There must've been the ghost that kept me close way back then
If I was left alone I wasn't safe from abusive hands
But y'all know how it goes, it ain't the story that makes a man
And this man, this man is a story man
I write until I see the light and leave it on for you bright
So you ain't gotta feel that you're the only one healing right
The nightmare, the nightmare is a killer sight
But I killed the nightmare, now I'm making a killing, right?
So until the piper's blowing a bagpipe
I'll be in the darkness, holding a flashlight
Flashlight
Do it again
Do it again
Flashlight
Do it again
Do it again
Flashlight
Do it again (Turn it on)
Flashlight
Do it again (Turn the lights on)
Do it again (Yeah, motherfucker)
Flashlight
Do it again
Do it again (Yelawolf)
Do it again (Yeah)
Flashlight
Do it again (Turn it on)
Do it again (Turn the lights on, motherfucker)
Flashlight
Yeah, like I was sayin'
I use my memory like all the texts and I follow the plan
Pants pocket full of sand, stop it
I used to be terrible, I will make a plan, watchin'
Breakin' in houses just to get nothing but risking my own freedom
To get the respect of my family, I would jump and lead 'em
And lead 'em, that's what I did, lead 'em to suffer
By gettin' locked up for shit when I could've said that I loved 'em
But being young and oblivious to the danger of karma
Shit, being young and oblivious, already got that diploma
And I graduated from the school of livin' in drama
Unnecessarily bringin' home all that heartache, I'm sorry, mama
But if I could go back and change up shit that I did again
I could never be the property to the instrument
The music is just a sentiment
So take a pic and then listen to what I've been through
I sing it to all the rhythm and spirit inside the instrumental
To be influential
In the dark, you're gonna need a spark
So I turn the pen to art
Never limited, I illuminated my heart
Like a—
Flashlight
Flashlight
Do it again
Do it again (Turn it on, yeah)
Do it again
Flashlight
Do it again (Turn it on, yeah)
Do it again (Turn the lights on)
Flashlight
Do it again (Uh)
Do it again (Yeah)
Do it again (Yeah, like a)
Flashlight
Do it again (Turn 'em, turn 'em all on)
Do it again (Let's go)
Flashlight
Flashlight, flashlight, flashlight
Turn it on again, motherfucker
Flashlight
We gotta turn it on again
WLPWR, baby
Gang
Bang Bang Bobby lyrics - Yelawolf
Everybody's got one of those
Uncles, cousins
One of those wild ass friends you just can't do shit with
This is about my boy, Bobby
Yeah, check it out
Still got a medical bracelet, medical bandage
Already talkin' about, "What's up with this party, y'all?"
To be elect that stupid, he's a runner-up canidate
Already talkin' 'bout, "Where's the bud and the peein' jar?" Yeah
Bad habit Bobby, in the lobby
Waitin' for a place in outer-space
A place where anything can take him
Could be Adderall, could be Xanax, maybe alcohol
Dope man, snow man, yeah, Santa Claus
To put another wild night in the catalog
It'd leave you duct taped up, going analog
So watch your mouth and watch your manners, Hoss
Don't spill your guts out, you better shut your mouth and can it, dog
Bobby
That boy, Bobby
Bobby, don't you pull another pistol
Surely me and you can have a good time (That boy, Bobby)
Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk
Well, what do you know? What do you know?
And off he goes (Bobby)
Huh, yeah (Bobby)
Bang Bang Bobby
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby)
Bang Bang Bobby
Told y'all
Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)
Off he goes
Yeah, he's baking a cake
I ain't talkin' 'bout birthdays, he's hungry, he's thirsty (Always)
Got out on Monday, went back in on Thursday
Made bail and went straight to the bar to get nursing
Mama is worried, the boy needs some churching
His soul is in trouble, he won't do no searching
Hookers are lurking, the parking lot's bursting
With brown and the needles, for death, he is flirting
She gave him a front, he said, "I'll pay you first thing"
Then look at the dope and now the Chevy is skrrting
This ain't no earthling, an alien raised in the trailer park
Serving a bird with a hurt wing
It's Bobby
That boy, Bobby
Bobby, don't you pull another pistol
Surely me and you can have a good time (That boy, Bobby)
Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk
Well, what do you know? What do you know?
And off he goes (Bobby)
Huh, yeah (Bobby)
Bang Bang Bobby
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby)
Bang Bang Bobby
Told y'all
Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)
Off he goes
It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen
With low self esteem, come on
It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen
With low self esteem, come on
It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen
With low self esteem, come on (Come on)
It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen
With low self esteem, come on
It's how you're gonna be when you're only eighteen
With low self esteem, come on
It's how you're gonna see it when you're only eighteen (What do you know? What do you know?)
Off he goes
Bobby, yeah (Bobby)
Bobby, don't you pull another pistol (Huh, yeah)
Surely me and you can have a good time (Bang Bang Bobby)
Bobby, I thought you and me were kinfolk
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bang Bang Bobby)
And off he goes (Bobby)
Told y'all
Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby
Well, what do you know? What do you know? (Bobby, Bang Bang Bobby)
Tonight lyrics - Yelawolf
She said it all depends, depends on the future
But the future all depends on what happens tonight
What happens tonight
What happens tonight
What happens tonight
Uh, turn on the radio, headed to American Legion
Lil Boosie at 231, I gotta peek in
All these pigs at the gate, waitin' for shit to pop
I'm with the shit though, flame Wayne, comin' in hot
Got this Caprice smelling like Gucci and Cinnamon
Back in school, was a loser, but now the losers are winning again
They used to kick me down and never apologize
Now they summer is over if it ain't warm outside
But I hop on the PJ and fly
Where we go and whatever, don't matter, have a good time
When it's all said and done, I did this shit for the slums
Daddies and moms, Chevies and Caddies with bump
Bump what you want
She said it all depends, depends on the future (Yeah)
But the future all depends on what happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)
What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)
What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)
What happens tonight (Yeah)
We didn't have much growing up, couple of bucks
Blankets stacked in the bathtub, that's love, we snuggled up
Leave the oven open to heat the house, you see me now
That's why my feet never leave the clouds, he's beaming down
Not a religious person, I'm just a livin' person
Lost so many people I loved, and listen, I'm still hurtin'
But live on, yeah, live on, we must
So fire up the joint and leave the ashes dust to dust
Alabama is where I'm from, space is where I'm at
You don't get the play on words, let me explain the rap
See, I am a traveler, not like Stapleton said it
I'm a travelin' spirit, the wind blows and I let it
And you
She said it all depends, depends on the future
But the future all depends on what happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)
What happens tonight (Jump in and take flight)
What happens tonight (Jump in, yeah)
What happens tonight
I'ma let this one ride
Box Chevy gang
Uh, slum shit
That's love
That's love
Everything lyrics - Yelawolf
I hear people, from time to time, tell me that I'm underrated or under-appreciated
And, to a certain extent, that's flattery and endearing
But I also use it as a source of inspiration to keep, keep fucking y'all off
Bitch!
Woke up this morning, looking at some beauty so sexy
I had to kiss the sky like Jimi Hendrix right after she necked me
This shit is dope, talking coke, not Pepsi
Went from a trailer to a savior, this shit is perplexing
Gulp, gulp, drink it up, señorita
And fuck if you're hating, you blood-sucking mosquitoes
My propped feet up, inside this black Bentley truck
I'm sitting back, looked out, won't lift my seat up
Keep a gunner close with the heater
Get caught with the red rider, ain't talking BB, 'cuz
I'm institutionalized but from the outside
Ain't scared of nothing but God, so fuck your outcries
Don't be the idiot pulling a stick on green eyes
You start a fucking war, boy, if I die
'Cause baby, I love with passion
Take care of my people, go ask my people, go ask 'em
I just don't bring the fish 'cause that won't outlast 'em
I teach 'em how to fish and now they out castin'
Eating, and it's hunting season
And I'm about to land a hit, man, I got this funky feeling
I don't need your credibility, dawg, my credit card's leaking
And I might drop another hundred bands this next weekend, 'cause I got everything
I got everything (check it out)
I got everything
Oohwee, everything
Yeah, yeah, everything
Ahh man, everything (mmm)
Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dreams
Put on that Rock and roll wedding ring
Now I got everything
Yeah, yeah, everything
Check it out
You must be joking with that Rolls-Royce truck
My box Chevy says I don't give a fuck, don't it
Steering wheel, no components
'79 original, I live in the moment
Got a whiskey company, hold on, give me a moment
Hold up, give me a moment
Fuck, goddamn I got that too
She's playing peekaboo in the menu, want wagyu boo ?
Some caviar with your PBR, deja vu
Last time I took a bitch to bed, she got my name tattooed
Fuck
Y'all shit out of luck, the game is fly paper
And I'm so fly that I'm stuck
You're stuck with me
So fuck with me or suck on me
Lord's a gift of course it is
Gift to you luxury
A heartbreaker party starter hardly labor not a job
When you love it, you don't love it bitch? Then I'll see you later Prin-cess
These rappers so senseless
Blew your load on some hoes, now you got no cents left
Clean up your act my floors have been swept
And I stay stage ready pimp
Yeah, why?
'Cause I got everything
I got everything (uhh)
Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream
Put on that rock and roll wedding ring
'Cause I got everything
Yeah, man, I got everything (all I need)
Take off the brakes, I'm raising hell to live in heaven's dream
I put on that Rock and roll wedding ring
I got everything (uhh)
Still, I want everything (uhh)
Still, I want everything
(Everything)
(Everything)
Bad Motherfucker lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Presley Vaughn)
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
Boy, you better never ask again, I ain't sharin'
Try to make me jealous with a bitch, I ain't carin'
Soon as I walk in the place your homeboys are starin' (Let's go)
Weak in the knees, no, I'm weak from your lies
You sir, had me fooled, pulled the wool off my eyes
Oh, don't worry, we can still be friends
But you'll never find another badass Gemini like me again
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)
That's a bad motherfucker
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
That's a bad motherfucker
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
That's a bad motherfucker
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Pa-pa-pa, pardon me, I am a
She was dancin' to Cardi B, I am a
Impressed with the empress
I'm looking for relations, no Alabama incest
Haha, really could be related, though
She's so in tempo, but watch how I relay it, though
I pick a pocket like Davy Crockett pick a banjo
Hip and a hop, a slick Rick E. Bobby, no tango
I never been apart of no trend, bitch, I got my own boat
I never had no problem with bein' original, nah, nope
The smoke [?] my lips and it's going down, bro
You probably don't want the problems with Yelawolf, just kick it, mango
(Mondo), mango (Mango), bingo
Me and this mic is like shit that dykes bring a blind ho
Whiskey that handles, I fit the sandles, no [?]
Flame to a candle or like Santana to a congo
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it, yeah, I know (Wear it)
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it, yeah (Wear it)
Let's go
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Let's go)
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Let's go)
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Yeah, pick up, pick up, baddies in the pickup
Got so much bounce, the kick drum give me the hiccups
You don't want it with me, sucker, just look up
Been flyin' in this motherfucker like bird shit, bird bitch
She said you're on your own dick
You ain't gotta tell me, baby, I just make my own shit
Exotic boots are gettin' flyer, I can tell, so
Carole Baskin, grab the tiger by the tail
Animalistic behaviors, you're open and I just twisted her top
She hopin' to touch it, better dismiss it, she's hot
That's funny, she jumpy, I need a cricket, oh God
Load it up, they must take care of the biscuit
I'm shy, too close for comfort, gotta run, that was fun
You thought you was the only one, but I'm done
She got up under my skin like some old bed crumbs
I beat it up, rum-pum-pum-pum (Pum)
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
Boy, you better never ask again, I ain't sharin'
Try to make me jealous with a bitch, I ain't carin' (Yeah)
Soon as I walk in the place your homeboys are starin' (Let's go)
Weak in the knees, no, I'm weak from your lies
You sir, had me fooled, pulled the wool off my eyes
Oh, don't worry, we can still be friends
But you'll never find another badass Gemini like me again
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it (Wear it)
That's a bad motherfucker
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
That's a bad motherfucker
Somebody tell 'em what she said
Got a perfect body and I know how to wear it
That's a bad motherfucker
Somebody tell 'em what she said (That's a bad motherfucker)
Work lyrics - Yelawolf
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
She said to me, "How you end up with all this product?"
'Cause I'm highly intelligent, baby
Product of my own upbringing with no education, but is that irrelevant? Maybe
I sacrificed everything that I love, had to leave all the people that knew me best
Now my people are taken care of, yeah
And the tour bus is movin' from east to west
How do you explain it all? No, you can't
God is a painter and I'm just the paint
Mama's no singer and daddy's no saint
I guess I was chosen, but maybe I ain't
Maybe just worked hard enough with a blessing
Alone in my big, empty house, it's depressing
So I keep my friends around me like a weapon
To kill all the demons by drinking and dressing up
For another night, I'm just flipping my way to the stars
Gotta take a pic' before I take a piss 'cause I got a few fans at the bar
He said, "What's it like to be famous? And do you get tired of fans?"
I said, "Nah"
I said, "Fame is when everyone knows you, but, uh, no one knows you at all"
But
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
Yeah, what's the deal? Pickle spear
Nothing but work up in here
Fuck with me and my work-flow, I'm snappin', be clear
I rage around the lab, tornado, destroy, rebuild
That's pioneer-shit, I-am-here-shit
Fucking cool, bitch, we too real
Oh, you a legend? That's classic
I'm a legend, have at it
Shut the fuck up, that's the motto
Mind the manners and mind the tempo
Yeah, I'm a savage, they can't handle it
CEOs, I left them scramblin'
Beat-makers and producers, useless
I have the vision, know what I'm doin'
If you can't see that I built an empire, you're a hater, just awe-inspired
By the cow I milked this shit that I built
So much weight that I made that tower tilt, yeah
That's high fashion, huh?
No, I'm as low as it comes
Over twenty years with WLPWR and I'm still slappin' these drums
I'm abusive to these drums, pass me the whiskey, give me some (That's a, that's a, at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
You already know, bro (That's a, that's a boss at work, at work)
That's a, that's a genius at work, at work (That's a genius at work)
That's a, that's a boss at work, at work (That's a boss at work)
I don't deny mine, I don't deny my own (That's a, that's a genius at work, at work)
God-given gift, baby (That's a, that's a boss at work, at work)
Let's fucking get it
Let's fucking get it
WLPWR
Trunk Muzik forever
Still Supahot, still slum
Ticket lyrics - Yelawolf
Man, where I'm from
There's a lot of hurt people
A lot of people who just let go
Let go of that dream, that vision
The difference between success and not success
Is those that are willing to be broke
Check it out
Better hop on that bus, better pick up that backpack
Better pack you a lunch
Better not look back, Jack, you don't wanna be poor then
Better hop on that truck
Got so sick of these food stamps, loose change in a soup can
And I cannot sell dope, I am dope
But I can't get there by hanging with you, man
If you ain't lifting me up, you're holding me down
Might as well dig a hole in the ground, I'm dead to it
On my way to this work, and my team is a small circle
You're trying to fit a square peg through it
You got a big idea, yeah, I know, who don't?
Difference is who will and who won't
I ain't dissin', I'm just saying, I'm goin' missin'
And I'll hit you when I'm finished with this mission
Man, if I could just kick it
I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline
But I'm chasing that ticket
Yeah, I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
So, nah, I can't kick it
I got limited time, can't hang around and recline
'Cause I'm chasing that ticket
I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
I'm off chasing that ticket
He had him a good job, then he had him a couple kids
Had a dream of becoming a fighter pilot
Now he's thirty-five and he ain't doin' shit
Man, I hate that for him
I know you love your kids, I know that you adore 'em
I know you wanna stick around and be there for 'em
But if you wanna fly, you gotta leave that for 'em
To believe that for 'em, to go see that for 'em
It's a hard decision to not be that normal
To conceive that vision, manifest that for 'em
To go get that wealth and invest that for 'em
But this ain't for everybody, this I know
I just wish some of y'all wouldn't let go
But I ain't stickin' around to see how it goes
Uh-uh, baby, I gotta roll
Man, if I could just kick it
I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline
But I'm chasing that ticket
Yeah, I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
So, nah, I can't kick it
I got limited time, can't hang around and recline
'Cause I'm chasing that ticket
I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
I'm off chasing that ticket
Don't tell me I'm trippin'
Just watch me go get it and see how I'm livin'
Don't tell me to stop
I'll only go harder, and when I get to the top
I'll send you a postcard or a photo of me
Holdin' the stacks in the double bag or me on a track
Holdin' a trophy or checkin' flags, no, losin' ain't fun
I'm so used to it now that I could lose everything that I had and sit back and smile
I know failure is certain, but only before the win
If a tornado's comin', I throw a kite in the wind
Life is a marathon, ride a bike in it then
Who gives a fuck if they see you broken? Fight 'til the end, uh
Sometimes, I celebrate, get wasted
Open up a Creek Water bottle, and chase it
But I never take my eyes off that prize, besides
I gotta pay for this spaceship
Man, if I could just kick it
I'd kick it all day, I'd hang around and recline
But I'm chasing that ticket
Yeah, I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
So, nah, I can't kick it
I got limited time, can't hang around and recline
'Cause I'm chasing that ticket
I come from nothing at all
I will not fail, I won't fall
I'm off chasing that ticket
Nah, man, I can't (Kick it)
Hell nah, I can't (Kick it)
Gotta go, I can't (Kick it)
Gotta roll, I can't (Kick, kick, kick, kick)
Can't (Kick it)
Gotta roll, I can't (Kick it)
Gotta go, I can't, can't (Kick, kick, kick, kick)
I can't (Kick it)
Put Em Up lyrics - Yelawolf
I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
Yeah, high school dropouts
Work 'til you clock out, then go mob out
With them AKs in a trap house, the steaks at the chophouse
They know I come from those slums, ride around with dumb guns
Shawty Fatt told me to go stupid, I'm going dum-dum
This is the legion, Slumerican steel breeding
Mountain Dew in a bottle, baby is barely teething
Heathens becoming professionals in the off-season
That dope under the tarp season, yeah
And I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
He left the venue in handcuffs, nose was all broken
Smilin', that's my people, they fucking all know it
We wildin', it's a congregation of every nation
Race, color, and creed, identities at the shows, face it
We leaders and we lead by settin' examples
Fuck social media posts, we post up with these handles
Of whiskey, smoking Camels
From Dollar General sandals to red bottom slips
Quarter-million dollar whips, yeah
I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
Where I'm from I'm not afraid and I'm not ashamed
Can't say that it's hard to put in words because it ain't
They left the door open, now I own the house
I never sit still, I don't even own a couch
I was raised by a gangster so I could never be a coward
Now I'm raisin' gangsters, every album, every hour
Pray hard and go slay hard with that deep resentment
A wordsmith, a word chemist, limitless
I'm back up on my shit
This is 'bout to hit
We're quaking in this bitch
Trunk Muzik don't quit
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Trunk Muzik don't quit
I don't care what they talkin' 'bout
Thank you for loving me when I needed it and not leaving
Thank you for seeing me when even I couldn't see it
For all the times that we communicated with this music
Thank you to anyone who gave a shit to listen to it
Thank you mama for dragging us through hell, it worked out well
Thank you to all my fallen angels locked up in a cell
This is God working, and this won't be my final letter
This is Trunk Muzik 4Ever, forever
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