Ghetto Cowboy lyrics - yelawolf

Three, two, one, jump (Ooh)

Three, two, one, jump (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Three, two, one, jump (Ooh)

Three, two, one, jump (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Yeah, back from the dead, motherfucker

Hold up, back from the dead, motherfucker

Guilty for killin' these stale motherfuckers

Look straight at the judge, that's what I said, motherfucker

Fell in the pit and bumped my head, motherfucker

Bounced back on two legs, motherfucker

Got shot with a silver bullet, ate the lead, motherfucker

Sleepin' on me, go back to bed, motherfucker

Shoot 'til the water runs red, motherfucker

I'm the son of a gangster, you scared, motherfucker?

Take a shovel up out the shed, motherfucker

This planet quit trimmin' the hedge, motherfucker

All the celebrity wed motherfuckers

Better leave the talkin' to TED, motherfucker

I ride dolo in that sled, motherfucker

M.W.A., yeah, motherfucker

Ghetto cowboy (Ooh)

Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Ghetto cowboy (Ooh)

Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

Ghetto cowboy

Yeah, and now I'm feelin' great, motherfucker

Prime steak is on the plate, motherfucker

Went from sellin' that mixtape, motherfucker

To headlinin' 100K, motherfucker

808s, motherfucker

Yeah, I serve the bass, motherfucker

Tell hip-hop it's a new day, motherfucker

At that rock and roll pace, motherfucker

Outlaw, yeah, that way, motherfucker

Hold up, yeah, that way, motherfucker

I'm an animal if my heart breaks, motherfucker

That's why I'm hard to shake, motherfucker

Blood, sweat and pain makes motherfuckers

Well, I must be a made motherfucker

Downhill with no brakes, motherfucker

M.W.A., yeah, motherfucker

Ghetto cowboy (Ooh)

Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto cowboy, ghetto)

Ghetto cowboy (Ooh)

Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto cowboy, ghetto)

Ghetto cowboy

Trunk Muzik 3 (2019)

 

• TM3
• Catfish Billy 2
• Rowdy
• Special Kind Of Bad
• Like I Love You
• Drugs
• Trailer Park Hollywood
• No Such Thing As Free
• We Slum
• Box Chevy 6
• All The Way Up
• Over Again
• Addiction
• Over Here

TM3 lyrics - yelawolf

 (Trunk Muzik)

Trunk Muzik 3

Ala-fucking-bama

(Trunk Muzik)

Slumerican

Shady

(Trunk Muzik)

Supahot Beatz

And we still bumpin' that Trunk, bitch

I'll take your piss in that bottle, throw that bitch at your papa

Smoke flyin' off the chopper and it's chokin' your mama

She can't breathe with this funk, what I conceive in the trunk

They disbelieve in the son, bitch, best believe I'm the one

I got that bump in the back with the box of bodies

Creek Water 'til I'm walkin' wobbly

I'm a businessman, I don't keep it political

Fuck the world and I'm not sorry

The priest was thinkin' I'm Illuminati

'Cause Eminem is a close kin

He might as well be 'cause I give him hell

For that white bread, put the toast in

Not simply a rapper (Uh)

But I snap like a crispy cracker

When I peel the pages out the book and hook it

That's a life story, no empty chapters

Pull up on 'em in the '59, shinin' like a trailer park king

Let the boots take a walk

Alligator, how I lift the pile of what I made into the faders

Choppin' like me should've been a log

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)

Money pilin' up, I ain't got shit to do

We hit the bar and settled up a twenty dollar tab

I left her bein' drunk and walkin' out the back without a ride

Or even bein' smart enough to get an Uber

Go to Hooters, takin' double shooters

Throw a lot of hooters, hit the alleyway

And paddle my way over to the studio, I'm travelin', a mover

Head rattlin', I'm at church with a newer God

On another level, bitch, better grab a ruler

Quarterback of anything Slum and I'm throwin' bullets

Could've been a stylist, you admire this mullet

Wanna catch a vibe, then take a violent bullet

Walk a country mile and take a ride in my 'Cuda

For the 808s up under the bench of the Chevy

For the Bettys gettin' ready

Throwin' the confetti, hittin' the powder heavy, uh

Catfish deep gettin' heady, alien shit for my ship, SETI

And it's a walk in the park

When I'm talkin' the talk, like walkin' a dog

No leash for the beast, no caution at all

Be alert if the dog starts barkin' at y'all

'Cause I'm a marvelous shit starter

A public hit, causin' the market to flip harder

But fuck it if I can roll, these suckers just pickpocket

The creative profit and go remake it to make a dollar

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it

Trunk, shake it, trunk, trunk, shake it, shake it (Trunk Muzik)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Trunk Muzik)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik)

Uh, uh, uh (Trunk Muzik)

Catfish Billy 2 lyrics - yelawolf

 I'll have it as soon as I earn the money to buy it

That's a long time away

Daddy, you gonna tell her what Ma said?

I've been that boy since I was smoking banana peels

Back in Alabama with the ball-pen

Hammer knocking hubcaps off the wheels

Stealing bowties off the grills

Mama said, "No carbonated soda 'fore you go to bed"

But I never listened to her

A two-liter bong with a tinfoil bowl

Full of cheap hydro is illegal, I'm sure

But I learned from watching the neighbors

Yeah, watching the neighbors

Got me in Jordache jeans

Feeling real hot, hangin' from my pocket, a pager

Yeah, buddy boy, I'm clean

Cubic zirconium rocks in my earrings

Give me that stone and a mobile phone

And I carry that gem like me and Irene

I'm getting totally stoked

Sipping Creek Water with me and my folks

I'm getting totally throwed

My flock is waddling around

Can't keep my ducks in a row

And I can't keep up with this bullshit they callin' dope, but I'm married to her

I can't leave this bitch neither

Rock and roll pussy I cannot turn down

Even though she's a liar, a thief, and a cheater, I need her

That long hair ain't gonna cover up that red neck, boy

Catfish Billy

That motherfucker Billy in the house

Billy and I'm really in the house

Really like I'm really on the couch

Choppin' up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought

You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy

There'll never be another from the South

Never be a mother with the style

To make another me, not now

The King of Alabama, that ain't never been a doubt, just bounce

I'm Catfish Billy

That motherfucker Billy in the house

Billy and I'm really in the house

Really like I'm really on the couch

Choppin' up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought

You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy

There'll never be another from the South

Never be a mother with the style

To make another me, not now

The King of Alabama, that ain't never been a doubt, just bounce

Still got the bottom beating like gorillas

Checking my trunk like a killer

You ain't fucking with Slumerican, stop, uh

Bitch, go to sleep, grab a pillow

Go to sleep with your stinking ass

I ain't got time, I ain't taking trash

Out to the bin, take you out with my pen

And then I take a bottle and break the glass (Ooh)

I done built me a fortress

And I didn't have to beg, plead, or force it

Got enough forces to sit on my porch and not move, and still be in orbit

An ancient alien, homo sapien

Me and rap is like bee to orca

Turn water to wine, one dollar a time

Drink it up, it's fine, there's no need to cork it

Gorgeous, mmh, give me those

'Cause I remember me and mama poppin' penny rolls

And if you wasn't with me when the shit hit the fan

Then you cannot get a penny, you ain't getting any, bro

Gotta pay the taxes when the wood is out

And the kerosene can is filled up to the brim

Don't look at him, go get the matches

Lace up and then take a hike

I'm making shit that is major like

I'm pulling up on them big wheels

You couldn't pedal a baby bike

I do not hang at the same club in the same town every damn night

I am not making hip-hop for the hip-hop award show or the 'Gram likes

Cause I'm

Catfish Billy

That motherfucker Billy in the house

Billy and I'm really in the house

Really like I'm really on the couch

Choppin' up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought

You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy

There'll never be another from the South

Never be a mother with the style

To make another me, not now

The King of Alabama, that ain't never been a doubt, just bounce

I'm Catfish Billy

That motherfucker Billy in the house

Billy and I'm really in the house

Really like I'm really on the couch

Choppin' up dope, boy, I ain't never seen a drought

You ain't never seen a Catfish Billy

There'll never be another from the South

Never be a mother with the style

To make another me, not now

The King of Alabama, that ain't never been a doubt, just bounce

Rowdy lyrics - yelawolf

 [DJ Paul:]

If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy (Slumafia)

[Yelawolf:]

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

Catfish Billy

Comin' straight out of Alabama

Yeah, that 's outta town with a bootleggin' to minors, hammers

Flip flop on the paint job like your mama's sandals

Be parked on my clique, homie, I'm cockin' hammers

You pop out my lane, doggie, I drive a van and slam into your Phantom

Take a can of paint and vandalize your camper

L-A-M to the E, fuck the police

Bangin' inside the Chevy Caprice

N.W.A, I'm from the trap

Not from a little house on the prairie, yeah

Mama used to whoop that backside, I took that Bible belt

Ever since then, it's been, "Yes, ma'am," and, "Mama, how can I help?"

Take a bucket to the well

Bringin' water to the house

Get your ass off of the couch

Bitch, I grew up in the South

Dippin' J in paper towels

Mama never did get child support for the boy, but I was never let down

She was choppin' up the pounds, so I learned how to double up on an ounce

Fuckin' kids these days (Days)

Y'all got some lip these days (Days)

Poppin' Xannies and rappin', go to your crib and play (Play)

Put that back in your fanny pack, we don't pistol wave (Wave)

So don't get mad if you get hit when that shit ricochets

No need to be macho (Yeah), I put on a rock show (Yeah)

You may see see some albino gorillas from the Congo (Yeah)

You may see some black folks from the projects flexin' all gold (Yeah)

Disrespect the culture, motherfucker, then we all go

Jump in that Slumerican moshpit and bury that nonsense

Take a shot of Creek Water and get with the chaotic order of my clique

Whether I'm droppin' a pop hit or mobbin' with Three Six

I got my city on my back, a crown for a head

I'm a king where I sit, I'm 'bout it

[Yelawolf & Machine Gun Kelly:]

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm 'bout it), say you rowdy (I'm 'bout it)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

[Machine Gun Kelly:]

I'm bought a '53 Pontiac and then I got a guitar to match it

Everythin' manual except for the semi-automatic, hah

Pull up in traffic, my passengers look like a beauty pageant

Pupils is bigger than tennis rackets

Went from Oodles of Noodles to Cobb salads

Now I'm mob status, uh

Fuck fame, what you sayin'? These ain't games

Don't be playin' with my motherfuckin' name, ho

(Ho, you know they call me)

Top Gun, never run

Bitch, I'm maverick on the bike, magic with the pipe

Fuck her, make her cum (Uh)

She want a star (Uh)

I'm a rock and roller but my jewelry alone is a supernova

Got these glasses on me like I'm in the solar

Ain't nobody colder, call that bipolar

Tell them, "Bye, bitches." I ain't Casanova

I'm a rollin' stone, gotta meet a quota

Drank the bar until all that they had was soda

'Bout it, 'bout it like I'm from the Nolia

I'm a motherfuckin' soldier (Ayy)

Always rollin' up the doja (Ayy)

Maintain composure (Ayy)

Nickname King Cobra (Ayy)

Came from workin' at the store but (Ayy)

These brown bags not Krogers (No)

The green leaves not clovers (No)

Lucky Charms with the Folgers (Blaow)

Hold up, wake, bake, get my life straight

Ridin' by the lake, double Xs on my license plate

(Bitch, I keep that) big bass, so they know I'm in the place

So if they wanna hate, say it to my face then

[Yelawolf:]

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy, say you rowdy

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

If you rowdy (I'm rowdy), say you rowdy (I'm rowdy)

I'm from a city that is rowdy, rowdy

Special Kind Of Bad lyrics - yelawolf

 You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad (Bad)

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

Don't let me get in the way, you're a runaway train

I just wanna hitch a ride, maybe then I'm on the way

You got daddy issues, I got daddy issues

Let's go get a bottle and see what it will do

Mama told you not to jump, mama ain't the only one

But I give you parachutes, I just wanna have some fun

Takeoff on the dirt runway, no concrete

Your chaos is the only way to my peace

I've got no sympathy for your love

I'd be your victim too, and I do it just because

I'd rather be bit by that outfit, you look so sick, I'm drugged

I'd rather be lit by your nonsense then to sit here unplugged

You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad (Bad)

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

Hold me underwater 'til I'm drownin' for you, soakin' wet

Tell me you ain't done with me, tell me it ain't over yet

Got me lookin' for the chains and whips, I wanna show respect

Tie me to your fever, wanna show you just how cold I get

Woke up to my dark side, caught the bitch in all black

Tattoo me with fingernails, tell me not to call back

Told you that I cut deep, don't act like you love me

I just want the success, show me in the front seat

You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad (Bad)

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

You're a special kind of bad, special kind of bad

You're a special kind of bad with a perfect ass

I've got no sympathy for your love

I'd be your victim too, and I do it just because

I'd rather be bit by that outfit, you look so sick, I'm drugged

I'd rather be lit by your nonsense then to sit here unplugged

Tried to tell you I'm a No Limit Soldier, bitch

Keep you up all night on the sofa, bitch

Got that big bank, help you reach your quota, bitch

Bought you White Castle and a small soda, bitch

Tried to tell you I'm a No Limit Soldier, bitch

Keep you up all night on the sofa, bitch

Got that big bank, help you reach your quota, bitch

Bought you White Castle and a small soda, bitch

Tried to tell you I'm a No Limit Soldier, bitch

Like I Love You lyrics - yelawolf

 Let me come inside, swallow all your pride

Said you had that fire, please don't change your mind

Keep me no surprise, this is homicide

Willfully I die, this is suicide

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

Never close my eyes, I wanna see it all

I wanna make you come to me, I wanna see you crawl

The world is turning 'round while you and me go down

Moaning in my ear, climax, I wanna heard the sound

(The sound, the sound, the sound, the sound)

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

Madonna, Madonna, Madonna, what kind of mama raised you?

And I'm the piranha who chased you

Threw me inside of your prison, I made up my decision

My only regret is they didn't make two

Happily a victim to the collision, running head-on

See, that's a motherfucking breakthrough

Told me I couldn't handle it and, baby, you was dead wrong

What happened to the harder way?

You turned it to a marathon, tear that pussy down

Throw the wig on, very into blondes, whatever you want

With the break of dawn, each and every song

I'ma let the gun go until you call it quit, donezo

You puttin' on a show and I'm sitting front row

You got with the one told, that could wake them, you know

Plus I got an ego to uphold, true, to put it to you blunt...

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

I wanna fuck you

Like I love you

Drugs lyrics - yelawolf

 (Drugs)

(Drugs)

(Drugs)

I never was the one in the classroom sitting with my hand up

When the teacher told us that we needed to report

Anything that was happening at home

Like if I saw pipes or things of that sort

Cocaine dime bags laying on my front porch

Never made me feel sick 'til I found out what it was

No telling how many adults went in through my home

Had a convo with me, unavailable

And maybe I've caught the vibe and maybe they're right

And maybe I'll follow them footsteps of my folks

But that's only a theory 'cause of the people near me

Love me enough to never let me do that dope

But the crew I roll with knew that road

We took a left turn and pursued that dough

I remember being scared of the goons in the room

Passing needles around, spooning, smoke

At the time my young mind was curious

Gullible and naive still

I run around the apartments, hidden in darkness

And sparked it with Chris, Robby, and Will

And I didn't like the feeling at first

The taste in my mouth or the smell on my clothes

But I kept showing up after school to be cool

I would do anything with the bros

And I told my mama lies over and over

What I was doing and where did I go?

Didn't hurt my feelings anymore

I didn't care about being an asshole

Unless my girlfriend found out

That my backpack had a fat packed out roll

But out the blue, she pulled a joint out her purse

That she stole from her folks, and that's all that she wrote

I quote

I got a question for you, please don't tell nobody

"Boy, do you get high?" I said, "All the time"

We got a secret, baby, I won't tell nobody

"When do you get high?" She said, "All the time"

Give me a lesson, baby, teach me something new

I said, "I'll be your guy," She said, "Give me a try"

We got a secret, baby, we won't tell nobody

You and me get high, all the time

You and me? Best friends 'til the end, amen

Ride around in the box, "Guilty Conscience," Eminem

Growing up too fast, no bars over no hoes

No high is too high, no bottle is too low

Pack it up, let it burn, pass it, my turn

Let me hit one more time

Let me live, let me learn

Who am I for you to judge?

Who are you? It's just drugs

It's only weed, it's only pills

It's my dope, it's my buzz

One time, one try, then I say bye

I'm lying, I can't stop now, and why?

I tried this, I tried that, I came clean, my act

Took five yellow pills, passed out, came back

D.U.I. sometimes, too lit, can't drive

I made it home, I survived, I shouldn't be alive

My bad, my fault, I'm just an alco'

Shoot 'em up, bang-bang, no chase, no salt

I got a question for you, please don't tell nobody

"Boy, do you get high?" I said, "All the time"

We got a secret, baby, I won't tell nobody

"When do you get high?" She said, "All the time"

Give me a lesson, baby, teach me something new

I said, "I'll be your guy," She said, "Give me a try"

We got a secret, baby, we won't tell nobody

You and me get high, all the time

(Drugs)

(Drugs)

Trailer Park Hollywood lyrics - yelawolf

 Heavy metal longsleeve made in 1988

Fake nugget wristwatch made in 1988

Dixie cup in the cup holder, shakin', makin' waves

Boom, boom, boom, got Jurassic Park 808's

Ooh, I'm Elvis Presley, 38's on 22's

Rhinestone jacket like Joshua Hedley

Yeah, I got that Honolulu

Flower power, bouquet, medley

'Bout to throw this Chevy in Tom Cruise

And go Trailer Park Hollywood, go Trailer Park Hollywood

Yeah, I got a styrofoam cooler full of cheap suds

Rock a necklace that I pulled off a sink plug

Bubba's in the corner chillin' with the mean mug

Permanently ill, never did king drugs

Did he crack a smile or is it just cracker smiles?

That white trash hood shit, go deep with the crocodiles

That gummo celebrity mullet is fucking popping now

You laid on my vision, you out of touch like a pocket dial

Now hold up, open up the folder, look back in the rolodex

We repping the seat ever since your uncle was smoking boas

Ever since your crooked ass cop daddy, he pulled me over

And took my quarter bag of dope, 'cause he's a smoker

Fuck it, I got a lot where that came from

I know a couple grow spots where that came from

808's rattle in the seat where she came from

Yeah, I keep that bottom 'cause I know where I came from

Still Slum, bitch

Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl

We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood

I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause

I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood

Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl

She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood

Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl

We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood

British nights, stepping through puddles and drinking Sprite

Baby blue dirt bike, kickstand and the kitchen lights

Diggin' through mama's vinyl collection to the smell of fried bologna's a ceremony

My religion is 'Bama life

No smoke in the mirror tricks, just dope in the mirror with

The seeds in the rolling tray and the box with the poker chips

The roach in the roach clip with the leather and feathers

The bellbottoms and aqua net, the hippies and heavy metal, uh

And the block is hot as a tea kettle

So much dope in the garage you can't park in it

These levels of underground made me a genius with keeping secrets

With a family that's scramblin' police radio signals

So what does your daddy do?

Punch in the clock and growin' pot in the paddy room

And you can't hang unless you get on his latitude

Hip-hop is my lane and rock and roll is my attitude

I stay country fresh, bitch

Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl

We Trailer Park Hollywood, we Trailer Park Hollywood

I still got the dice hanging from my rearview 'cause

I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, I'm Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood

Your mama's cigarettes hanging with the heroin, girl

She's Trailer Park Hollywood, she's Trailer Park Hollywood

Just like a new velvet painting of a pinup girl

We Trailer Park Hollywood, Hollywood

No Such Thing As Free lyrics - yelawolf

 Uh

Peep me in a Jeep two deep

It's just me and my heat, y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep

No such thing as free, uh

Four act tough but they ain't got shit on me (Woo)

Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me

Trunk music

Shit, you can bump to it

Pull her up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

They ain't got shit on me

Trunk music, huh

Rappers all good but they ain't got shit on me

(Motherfuckers need to quit talking all that crazy shit

How much girls, drugs they got

Give a fuck about none of that shit)

Ayy, I don't care how much dope you selling

You should care more about the hoes that you telling

Dirt, leather soft, I'm repping

Always gotta ride with a weapon

Spent too much time outside with the felons

Daddy was an outlaw, ride with the eightball

Guns in the ride, we ain't talking about paintball

Don't mean I won't get in the paint

Know last rapper that I came for got mangled (Got mangled)

Left him bloody in the streets, paramedic company

That's a pair of scary crackers, your cup of tea

Cunt, you were smiling, try not fuck with me, yeah

Yelawolf, black sheep, blacking out on sleep

Blackout curtains for the heat

Black is what is underneath

Try to come swim with the shark but the water is getting too deep

And I gotta get in my feast

I get ahead of myself when I talk about y'all

Like you know I got the skill to compete

Still I don't miss a beat, riding with Pistol Pete

Two felonies and a misdeme'

Study the folks who tried me before you

'Cause like them you gonna be history

Trunk music

Shit, you can bump to it

Pull her up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

No such thing as free, uh

Trunk music, uh

Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

(But they ain't got shit on dude)

Peep me and my bag like a basket of Peeps

Off from cocaine and an Advil relief

Y'all cannot fool me, boy, I laugh to the bank

I'm the shit with the stain

Ridin' around in a tank in a tanktop

Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop

Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot

Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot

Watch 'em pop up out the blue, that's a Percocet

Tryna stay cool but it's hot in this turtleneck, ooh

I hurdle a herd of sheep in my sleep

Before I woke up in bed, I took a leak

Bedwetter, trendsetter

Dead center of the attention and finna get better

Turn that pussy into wet weather

Is it hailing or it's meth weather?

Why do you inhale it? It make the sex better

Huffing a line, covered in hives

Walking on glass, breaking the ice

Money got me rolling like dice

Molly got me rolling like dice

Paid the price, I gave my life

My heart and soul, I won the fight

We on a roll, I'm on a roll

I'm rolling by, four front tires, so inspired

Raised the bar, I'm on the rise

It's trunk music

Shit, you can bump to it

Pull her up to it

Try me one time and you can't undo it

No such thing as free, uh

Trunk music, uh

Rappers all cool but they ain't got shit on me

(Yeah, check out my boots, bitch

Hahaha... yeah)

I just left a thrift shop with a Ziploc full of new wings

Got a few things for the miss, I got no bling on the wristwatch

That denim vest, put that top rock of that vintage New York hip-hop

Where the funk at? Y'all lost that

Too much trap, not enough style

Too much gold, not enough slow

Too much blow, not enough pot

Two months ago now it's old school

I'm like, fuck that shit, no, it's not

Look, you don't want it with the posse, pussy

Not me, try me, push me

Pull up on your fucking block, we mopping

Got you sloppy, gushy

Mafia, mafia, Slumerican is the mafia

And I am not being cocky but Slumerican is unstoppable

Give a fuck 'bout that Glock you tote, even my mama got pistols

You should be more afraid of Mama Wolf if you let that clip go

Gang, gang

Never snorted Columbian, bang, bang

But I snorted enough glue to knock a few screws loose

And the rails up off my train

That Ozzy Osbourne, why's he always going?

Lying ass rappers, not a rider, boy

I'm a rider for the music I perform

Got another tour, know what I did it for?

Family handing me bills

Enemies handing me grills

Can I be young and concealed?

Know I'm an animal seer

Only presented with thrills

So don't pretend to be real

Rappers are getting you killed

Punking you out of a deal

Suckered you out of the bill

Then owe the real thing

I'm the real thing

I will kill dreams

Freddy Krueger with the Ruger pumped into you

What's the music?

Trunk music

We Slum lyrics - yelawolf

 (Please don't make me

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me)

[Shawty Fatt:]

Stuck in the bottom of the bottom, nigga

You don't want no problems 'cause I'm gon' to get 'em, got 'em

Beam down, red dot 'em, I'm serving Red Robins

Just as soon as I spot 'em, adios, he hauled it

You know Fatt, he 'bought it, matter fact, reroute it

'Fore I send them bullets flyin', crashin' like I killed the pilot

They gon' have to X-File it, another nigga missing

Where he at? Shit, I don't know, Tupelo, Mississippi

Hey, somebody better help him or they gon' have to ship him

To the ER to see Abby, baby girl gon' snitch him

Throwing hundreds like I'm pitchin', I got it, I'm a rich one

Bet whatever I'm leaving this motherfucker with a thick one

I don't know you, bitch, you trippin', bust this nut and I'm dippin'

Out of sight, out of mind, another fucking dimension

I'm a nut with this pimpin', hit it up, Hoover Crippin'

Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mack back

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

[Big Henri:]

Please don't make me take off that safety

Killers on front street, 'Bama gone crazy

This the shit they did to me, that's the shit that made me

Weezy threw a pack out, I ran it up through 8th Street (Gone)

Bought it out by carvin', dodging black Chargers

Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter

Ran up with them sticks out, boy, you know what this 'bout (What?)

New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock

Straight drop, I'm hungry whether I ate or not

It's fuck cops, a hundred orders on my block

It's no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat

Big TEC, push a button, shoot at your neck

No flex, I really brought it up out the 'jects

No test, we really at it so cut the check

What's next? A hundred shooters with no vest

No warning, a few killers with no regrets

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

[Yelawolf:]

I've been in the back, back of that Pontiac, wearin' all black

Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of dope

A nickelbag of funk, two gats, and a dimebag of crack

Shawty Fatt, nothin' but trouble, Big Henri

Yeah, motherfucker, these pockets gotta get filled up

So I got the box if you got the bubble

Chevrolet, several day, every day

Up them streets, them boys, they peddlin'

Turn that stomach upside down with violence, that's unsettling

Ten toes down since they found prints of the brown Timbs

In the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin'

Creek Water, bitch, made on South Eleventh

Oakley or States, bitch, 231 shit

Trunk Muzik, goddamnit, pop the trunk and didn't panic

Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet

So fuck you if you hatin', homie, I got all this credit on me

The streets are like wipers zonin', twistin' verses, Rigatoni

Sick of phonies but I never get lonely, they keepin' my violet

And ever since Fatt closed his eyelids, he became my pilot, yeah

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Box Chevy 6 lyrics - yelawolf

 [Yelawolf:]

Uh, yeah

See I'm a walking, talking, barking, biting, fighting

Lightning in a bottle, Chevrolet golden model

Crystal glass full of Creek water when I wobble

Past the keys to the valley and hit the bundle

Ridin' vacant, draggin', scrapin', blowin' sparks over

Crossover laws, we jumpin', bumpin' Trunk Muzik

I lose it, I use it, I drink it, I hank it

I wail and I willy, I'm dangerous

Aim for the ankles and this bitch's throat

Who in the fuck is this here with the flows?

Catfish Billy got that pocket, homie

I'm a rocket, homie, I don't think slow

But I sink low in that bucket seat, low fashion is luxury

If I want it, fuck it, fuckin' yeah, I get it

I must be living on fucking street

Did you poke at that Robert Van Winkle?

Hanging down over his mink coat

I come alone from a known mobile home

I could roll you a cone with no wrinkles

Chevrolet hit with the sprinkles, got an El Camino after Cinco

Smurf Box Chevy like bingo, I got this bitch

[Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C:]

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

[Rittz:]

See I do all the reppin', North Atlanta legend

No piano lessons, I know how to push a key

Wasn't on the Freshmen cover

Guess that XXL wasn't thinking I was good enough to be

Rate me one to seven, I'm eleven

In my Chevy with your lovie and her best friend

Make her g-string wetter than a headband

See me on the road and turn around and get a neck cramp

Look at your reflection, paint like I sparked the stars

Shinin' like a diamond, inside of my Audemar

She blow a dick like muah

Made her squirt all over the seat, now I gotta wash the car

It's like I dived on the slide of the water park

Her pussy was gushy, I dropped her off

On the steps like I had a job at UPS

Told her call me but every time we bark, I yawn

I went and parked my car, they come lift it

And I'm fuckin', I'll fuckin' fuck a soccer mom

Or some dork bitch dressing up for Comic-Con

The Chevy bouncing like it had a hydraulic pump

The T-tops are gone, I speed off like a redneck screaming yeehaw

These laws probably seesaw, bring in police stars

All they retrieve underneath the seat was a big pink double-D bra

That a big broad must've worn, I don't recall

But they tryna give me tickets like I won at Skee-Ball

In a black Monte Carlo, strapped like a narco

Riding through Atlanta bumpin' Tennessee love

Reppin' CNT, but believe I'ma be Slum 'til I'm 6 feet deep in the ground

Up in my box Chevy speedin' off when I see the GCP dig around and I be...

[Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C:]

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

[DJ Paul:]

In my box Chevy runnin', you in a Cutlass

But my dope cut less, pass it like judgement

Wet paint and it's gutted, police say I'm up to something

Put the thirties on that bitch, tell 'em you gotta look up to something (Yeah)

This for the homies that keep money down in they sneaker box, that fast cash

In the trunk of my Box Chevy I keep me a speaker box like Outkast

People tryna get me for it, they staking out like out bag

But I got some killers that's in the front yard and I got some killers that's out back

There's something in my Box that'll put you in a box

Got your ho in my Box Chevy 'cause I'm fucking with her box

I beat the song of the year with a freestyle, who run it?

20 years in the gangster doing laps, and I got this bitch

[Yelawolf, DJ Paul & Pimp C:]

Runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

We got this bitch runnin' (Runnin'), runnin' (Runnin'), runnin', runnin', runnin' out

I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

Every time we hit the parking lot, we turn heads

I smashed up the gray one, call me a red

All The Way Up lyrics - yelawolf

 (Let the band play)

[Yelawolf:]

Yeah, uh, uh

I hardly expected to target you bitches

I guess it's time for me to whip it (Time for me to whip it)

Whip it out on you like I got Tourette's with a weapon

Now who's gonna fill it? (Fill it?)

I ain't no battle rapper, I'm a war veteran

Of course I gotta get him, the chord, the sentiment

With the floor, the residence gold, pure gold

What am I saying? That I am rich

That I got a lot of pretty shit

No, I'm not, but, yes, I do

'Cept I don't need no complements

Just complementary head from your lady when I'm in Paris, thanks

That's Oman and Paris colors on my drip, bitch, don't touch the wet paint, uh

Impala lookin' like a bowl of water that just spilled all over the pavement (Trill)

Cook-up in the mop top, motherfucker, that's rocks

Slumerican made men (Trill)

Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in

I'ma walk through the club in some alligator hide, you would think it was Cajun

If you still hating, your pussy's on display then

My bulls are on parade and my machine is always raging

Them boys, they got that Led Zeppelin, Jimmy Page'n

You think you 'bout it 'bout it now

'Til a pack of my hounds crawl out of that basement

I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

Ayy, I gotta do the speed limit, look, trust me

Cutting the hair, tryna give it a mullet

Pocket Rick Ross, baby, I think I'm hustlin'

Dope was so strong, made the J hit the dougie

Don't want the recognition, just the money

Strap always with me, I'm keeping it currently

Bae get it with me, ain't takin' it from me

She on the board like Coyote Ugly

Woke up and ate, lit like dentist

It's lookin' like you haven't ate in a minute

And how it seems, at the rate that we winnin'

Yeah, the Slumboy go to state to you niggas

Draymond with the Draco, turn your fitted cap to a halo

Las Veg' flow, I don't gamble, but your best bet is to lay low, okay

You might get whiplash, whip pass

Ride 'til the whip crash, Six Flags

Pistol no kick back, get back

Get 'em smart like zigzag real fast

Pull up like a gym class, gym bag

Turnin' up to the max, make 'em feel that

I been doing kickback, get racks

Run it all the way up on they bitch ass

I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

[CookUp Boss:]

I just keep working my wrist

I got no time for these bitches

They treatin' me like I'm a star

I can't stay out of my kitchen

I used to re-up on Liston

And piece 'em on Eighth

I come from straight out the projects

Now I'm Slumerican made

CookUp Boss, I'm not a rapper

I represent for all the trappers

Balling hard like I'm a pastor

On the low, dirty bastard

Used to be broke, I'm up now

Wolf call a play, it's a touchdown

Ain't nothin' fuckin' with us now

Nigga want smoke then it's up there

I'm here to make the trap great again

I want the front and the backend

I got my rank and my bank up

My migo need somewhere to back in

I'm so addicted to trappin'

Niggas keep tellin' me tap in

I see the hate in your face

Trife Life got they ass in 'cause...

[Yelawolf:]

I'm all the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

All the way up, don't let your pride get you folded 'cause

I'm all the way down, bitch, you think that I won't tote it then

You all the way wrong, go back to sleep, get nice and cozy

'Cause I'm all the way up, woah, all the way up, turnt

Over Again lyrics - yelawolf

 Why do I feel like killing myself with this love?

Why do I drown my sorrow inside of the clubs?

Why must I do these things to hurt just to feel alive?

Maybe my icons are desperate, may be why

I'm not afraid to tell God I'm a troubled soul

Trouble is how I ride all this shit, so I guess he knows

I made a living off of gravediggin'

I'm a stone setter with no diamonds just one in the rough

So put two in my cup, I'm downtrodden, ridin'

I can't see you again

Too many drinks again

(Over again, over again, over again, over again)

Too many drinks again

(Over again, over again, over again, over again)

I can't see you again

(Over again, over again, over again)

Too many drinks

Scarred from what the knife brung, beauty cuts deep

Especially tonight, yeah, especially

I walked the broken line 'til I reach a deep trench

Swim across the risky river, no defense

Dark days, baby boy, no lights on

I braved the alleyways, cold grip, python

Braced myself for impact with the beer back

A crooked reflection, even though the mirror's flat

Molotov cocktail to my ether, hot flash

Nightmare, sweat stains in the sheets, yeah, it's a dream state

Hell's fire is a deep lake and the devil is a cheap date

He's a cheap date, cheap date, cheap date

I can't see you again

Too many drinks again

(Over again, over again, over again, over again)

Too many drinks again

(Over again, over again, over again, over again)

I can't see you again

(Over again, over again, over again)

Too many drinks

(DJ Klever, bitch

Uh

Let's go)

Addiction lyrics - yelawolf

 Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Uh, yeah, fresh as fuck in Atlanta

Clique look like a pack of zebras with the Dixie banners

Mossy Oak from ankle to throat, mind your manners

Pocket full of lures but I ain't catching fish, I'm catching bitches from the sewer, yeah, I played in it

Skipping, jumping rope, and jumping fences

And jumping off of bridges

Jump out the whip and then knock your door off your fucking hinges

Playground full of syringes (Yeah)

Greyhound bus, twenty-two pound, send it (Yeah)

Greyhound route, two hundred miles, end it

Chattanooga to Nashville

I watched more cash build through kids hands than a Disney flick

He was fifteen with half a mil'

Any y'all can't, the panties drop, dope game, fuck

Couple of suicides 'cause they couldn't pay the plug

When little Jay died, I remember the day it was

Like a shock that it became just the way it was

That's a sad reality dealing with casualties

Like it's an average thing, as it life was meant to be battled

We rattled the snake, took off the brakes of an 18-wheeler

And D.U.I. through it casually, survived it, how did we?

Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Nirvana, had 'em dancing with Mr. Brownstone

Guns followed by roses laid on the gravestone

C'est la vie, baby is now gone

Baby ain't hurting but the streets is covered in tears

Leaving these mothers here to grieve, ain't no subtle fear

It's obvious and aware, the robbery of a pair

Two brothers'll darken a fairy tale, uh

Ain't it something?

That boy wouldn't hurt a fly, he wouldn't paint a pumpkin

Now he's a maniac, pack of serrated blades

Carvin' his name into his skin in a perverted way

Went from a chicken to a bird of prey

Went from a spark in the kitchen to an uncontrollable flame

That fully auto was tame, now it's reloaded, cocked, and aimed

He picked up the poison when he picked up the loose change

That's what the karma is for dropping chains

A penny for your thoughts

How many can you spend before you go insane?

Life is a bitch, man

To drive you crazy 'til you take the wheel and switch lanes

Or you could make your deal and take a pill for this pain

But the only thing you will conceal is shame, is shame

Mama always said I was a space cadet

That I would lose my head if it wasn't attached

Thank God I was touched with the vision of rap

'Cause I still ain't got the patience yet

To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening

So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen

I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin

Watching my head spin with moral afflictions

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Addiction

Over Here lyrics - yelawolf

(Alright, let's get it)

Silverado, black package

Dealership didn't have time to tag it

I whipped that bitch out the parking lot

Like I was dead broke and I couldn't have it

Uh, swipe that piece of plastic

Rode around Nashville for three hours

Listenin' to peace, waitin' for the magic

Swung by the crib, grabbed WLPWR

Get the bar, of course the ball

Valet park my brand new car

Threw the keys and when you move it, please

Be careful and don't go too far

Took a second and soaked it in

Couldn't wipe off my big-ass grin

Look at Will, "Can you believe it, man?

Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins"

That's hard work (Uh)

I had to do a lot of yard work (Uh)

I had to pick up that white trash (Uh)

So I could bet on my bar to work (Uh)

I had to cut my own path (Uh)

And do something that had never been done

Alabama ain't no cakewalk (Uh)

I showed the world how we popped that trunk

And it's one shot down, two shot down, three

And this old fuckboy keeps looking at me

He walks up to us then offers me a drink

I know that he wants to hang, he must think that I'm a tree

Wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin' about who he knows

And where he's been and how many records he's sold

With who and how and this and that

And I can't pretend to like this douchebag

Even though he's got the boost that has the leather and the durag

The shit he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack

Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear

Don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair

Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done

But she may be the only one 'cause

From over here, you just a bitch

From over here, a liar and thief, man

From over here, you make us sick

From over here, you fakin' to get rich

Don't come over here

Uh, black shot jacket, black Harley, loot cases

38 OG, creatively a new worn baby

From the G to the A dot D

Went from the Creek to a Love Story

Went from a single wide trailer to the booth's alligator

And a highrise over the streets

Ran through the dirty South in cleats

Never lost touch, never got beat

Lot of rappers talk about who's doing what

Not a single one said shit about me, now that's respect

Can't buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat

I mob with kings

Crown my head with a tattoo, Slum, make sure it reads

No more at sea

Fuck a message in a bottle, deliver my words like Desperado

Misfits under my umbrella

I hope these songs fulfill the sorrow

Take the bricks so you can build tomorrow

Like a freemason, claw and arrow

Free bird, a prophet's sparrow

Flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal

And while that clock is ticking

I won't let a soul living stop my vision

Give me that bucket and a mop to dip in

I'll shine that floor until it's popping prisms

'Til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my Box Chevy

Don't try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes, homie, you ain't ready

And if imitation is flattery, uh, I don't lack on the flattery

I just led gatherings up in my room with the magic

Go back to my cabin and charge up my battery

Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear

Don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair

Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done

But she may be the only one 'cause

From over here, you just a bitch

From over here, a liar and thief, man

From over here, you make us sick

From over here, you fakin' to get rich

Don't come over here

Fake fucking rockstars, don't come over here

Politicians, cop cars, don't come over here

Pill poppin' sloppy rappers, don't come over here

All you motherfucking biters, don't come over here

"Trial By Fire" (2017)

• Trial By Fire lyrics - Yelawolf
• Shadows lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Joshua Hedley)
• Get Mine lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)
• Son Of A Gun lyrics - Yelawolf
• Ride Or Die lyrics - Yelawolf
• Struggle Speaks (Interlude) lyrics - Yelawolf
• Daylight lyrics - Yelawolf
• Do For Love lyrics - Yelawolf
• Punk lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Travis Barker & Juicy J)
• Row Your Boat lyrics - Yelawolf
• True To Yourself lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Bones Owens)
• Sabrina lyrics - Yelawolf
• Violin lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lee Brice)
• Keeps Me Alive lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Wynonna Judd)

Trial By Fire lyrics - Yelawolf

Check, check, check...
This is Bones Owens to my right, right here
To my left DJ Klever
My name is Yelawolf
This is Trial By Fire

Uh
Back in 1979 it was a cold day in December
Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamed
Baby's on the way
They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck
Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads
Blowing past the sheriff, in the woods smoke bellowing off the engine
Running hot, must of been a sign
They rushed her to the emergency room
Barely made it to the bed
A few minutes later I was screaming for my first breath
A little devil the doctor said
He's got that look in his eye y'know
Reminds me of mischief
Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it
And then the lights went
Then mamma said doctor somethings burning I can smell it

And it was trial by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step
When I come around

Damn right, uh
You could hear lightning for miles around
And oak trees hitting the ground
The wind tore holds on that old Dixie flag on the capitol steps
Change is coming, my great grand mamma said
Quietly clutching her bible, sitting in a rocking chair smoking a cigarette
And the wood creep beneath the porch and the old dog moaned and cried
As the sirens passing by
And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of that moonshine to the wake
You know one comes and one goes as they say
And they laid a flower on the grave
Buried on December 29th for robbing a bank
And killed by the police, see you in the next life old friend
Little did he know, his old friend was back again
As the son of Sheila Diane

And it was trial by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step
When I come around

You know how the story goes
See I'm a curious soul
A straight bullet to some a chatter and whisper at night and the head of a following smoke a rebel at heart a devilish grin
A leader of men a preacher at ten
I was already in spiritual spin
Back in the saddle again
12s in the back of the trunk making it rattle again
Giving them nothing but trunk living
The baby the babies got powers the baby is harming
Fuck a church I'm a confession for profession
[?]

And it was trial by fire
I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down
You better watch your step
When I come around

Shadows lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Joshua Hedley)

[Joshua Hedley:]
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become

[Yelawolf:]
There's a dark moon in the clouds
Misty fog in the swamp
Crickets chirpin' outside my window
The water it thumps in the bathroom sink down the hall
The lights flicker sometimes
The wind is howling, the dogs are growling way deep in the pines
A passin' car on the distant road, the only thing running
Nightmares in my sleep, the Sandman is coming
I see the ghost in the red cloak, the shadows are taking shape
The sound of a faint voice, lost and full of hate
Dry leaves crumble under the feet of the reaper
The limbs tap on my window, like the nails of a creature
Tales of goblins and fairies, a sacrifice on the prairie
A murderer that escaped, I'm disillusioned and weary
Lightning strikes on the hill, illuminating the cabin
The old man on the porch, evil and quietly laughing
Surrounded by demons
I'm an angel and they all want me
And to this day...

[Joshua Hedley:]
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become

[Yelawolf:]
Cigarette buds, and oil stains on the dying grass
The smell of the liquor, rising up from the broken glass
The crowds of black leather, the heat from the engines
Motorcycles and goons, bearded men and loud women
The cracklin' paint, the old shack with the swingin' light
The heroin needles passin', open in plain sight
Ozzy and Black Sabbath, the vinyl is skippin'
From the fight in the kitchen
Blood screamin' and kickin'
Smoke fills up the sky, gasoline on the trash heap
The mattress is burnin', I hear it poppin' and snapping
The rain soaked teddy bear, so heavy I can't lift it
The flask for the moonshine, I watch as they all sip it
The Halloween pumpkin candle, lit with a Pentagram
The Grandfather clock, with a broken minute hand
Surrounded by thieves, killers, thugs and some junkies
And to this day...

[Joshua Hedley:]
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become

[Yelawolf:]
I throw on my leather jacket, a collection of biker patches
One of them says savage, the other one Black Sabbath
Heavily tatted, barely any skin left,
Whiskey bent after twelve, I'm always playing with death
Bullet shells in my yard, loaded gun on the shelf
Run the roads like a wolf, through the whole Bible Belt
Rattlesnake skin boots, toes up on the chopper
Fifty Harleys behind me, they all ready to slaughter
Drunk in front of my sons, drunk in front of my daughter
Spit, cuss, and I yell, it's like a one-sided quarter
'Cause I'm only heads up, no matter which way you flip it
No brake lights in my life, I'm either rich or evicted
Committed to my convictions, committed crimes with the quitters
Connected to my religion, the religion of sinners,
Send a prayer to God, exhaling smoke off the meth pipe
Like puddles reflecting the ripples echo to next life
So here I am standing just like the ashes that fell from the fire
A seed that fell off that poisonous and forgotten flower
Became my own nightmare, but now I think it's charming
Especially when...

[Joshua Hedley:]
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
Things that used to terrify me
Are the things, that I've become

[McCrary Sisters:]
Bloody bone gon' get you
Bloody bone gon' get you
Bloody bone gon' get you

Get Mine lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Kid Rock)

[Kid Rock:]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

[Yelawolf:]
I'm a motherfucking boom-dock killer, Mossberg filler
King of the drop, they'll never be much iller
Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes
And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter
Two handles of brown and a half of gallon of firewater
Send the police they can keep knocking, we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching
Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break
And the next door neighbor wanna relocate - uh
You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

[Kid Rock:]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Maxon-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

[DJ Klever:]
Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ
[Scratches:] "Go DJ!"

[Yelawolf:]
So motherfucking outta tune hit
Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in!

The same bitch and you just bought her new tits
And I don't give two fucks about your two sips
Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits
Black sheep son of a land mine
The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

[Kid Rock:]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

[Yelawolf:]
Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway
Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way
Bones, Klever, shotgun
Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla
Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit
Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip
The south is in it, deep in it with bump
Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump
Another round and the cops might have to hold me down
If you don't know me then know me I'll die in the ground
Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground
Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now
Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted
My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!"
Black sheeps son of a landmine
The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I

[Kid Rock:]
Engine, engine number 9
On that Mason-Dixon line
Chasing whiskey, sipping shine
Gripping nickel plated nines
So you get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine
You get yours and I'll get mine

Son Of A Gun lyrics - Yelawolf

I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started
Small town Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and dark
To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling
From the cereal diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could
Alcohol made her violent
Her boyfriend was a prick, probably 26
Barely looked my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew along with my anger
And impatience disastrous school
My teachers knew I was trouble waiting
And I did too, admittedly but I like it
Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I never thought I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to your alarm
Your hangover after a long night
I'm the snake outta your barn
That one mistake you ever did right
The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If life is but a dream
I'm up the creek in a paddle boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean, so here I go floatin', yeah
But I made it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the favorites
Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then break it even, just do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an experimentation
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school cars
Sickening and I'm lovin' it
I'm basking in half of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors
I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame
Here come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to your alarm
Your hangover after a long night
I'm the snake outta your barn
That one mistake you ever did right
The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

And you can tell that I still don't give a fuck
Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down
Slumerican-made man, Criminals all around
Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, look
Livin' a story usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and recreated
The followings real:
Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill
And I'm takin' it in
Lost at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm rakin' it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are true
'Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm
Dark bloodstains after a dogfight
The tornado to your alarm
Your hangover after a long night
I'm the snake outta your barn
That one mistake you ever did right
The gunpowder to your drum
I'm your son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

Ride Or Die lyrics - Yelawolf

We was thick as thieves growing up
Both of us raising hell
Chasing liquor with liquor
Racing and chasing tail
You got caught with a nickel bag and then went to jail
You sat it out for a week because your mama didn't have bail
I rode my bike to your house as soon as you got out
Remember laughing at the cops and then I took you straight to the spot
I moved away for some years to Atlanta, Georgia but stayed the same
My troublesome attitude got me locked in an ugly chain
We kept in touch every week and I noticed the change
You wanted to clean up and go to school some day do the family thing
And I was too wild to get it, admittedly so
But I supported your move no matter which way that you rolled
I guess you made a good choice, graduated with honors
Got a good job at the factory making that legal dollar
And as for me I got worse
I found myself in a curse
Dropped out of school for a dream
A dream I didn't rehearse
You hit me up 'cause you knew when you saw me I was bad off
But I was too proud to ask for the help 'cause I knew the cost
But you offered a place to stay
Until I could find my way
You helped me go find a gig
Clean up and get it straight
Never once did you tell me to stop rapping and give it up
As we sat talking on the bed of your lifted truck
When you had it all and I had nothing
I'm just saying that meant something brother

If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound
I'll never let you down, I can't let you down
Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground
You'd do anything to help me out
You never let me down
What goes around comes around
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die

It's been a while since I seen my friend, my family and such
Six months a year on the road, I never get to visit that much
Even though it took me ten years to break a crack in this rock
Now that I started this movement, I got no plans to stop
Now you may see me in publications or radio placements
A new truck, a new Harley, and think I forgot how I made it
But ain't a day that goes by that I don't recall the struggle
Scared to death to go back to it, I constantly hustle
I thank you for my ambition
For the strength to condition
Anyone who helped me along the way and believed in my vision
It takes a village to raise a child
For me it took small towns
Everything that I learned from it
The ups and the downs
My Uncle Buddy, he gave me a thousand dollars to make a tape
Back in '02, when I could barely afford a plate
And he couldn't afford it either, but he did it anyhow
And how he wears a thousand dollar smile, Uncle Bud

If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound
I'll never let you down, I can't let you down
Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground
You'd do anything to help me out
You never let me down
What goes around comes around
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die
This one's for my ride or die

Struggle Speaks (Interlude) lyrics - Yelawolf

I went through the fire
Flames made me pure
Fears were fishing for a confession
I ain't bite the lord
Took a tour of the country
In a federal van
The light overcame the darkness
In the devilish land
Knowing that the change must come but Sam Cook seems
15 minute phone calls press 5 when it rings
Locked doors open my mind, find peace
The end what I became is tamed a kind beast
Attending birthdays through pictures
Tears on concrete
Refusing to lose
Over the years of defeat
Now I speak the truth
The try to acquire my choir
Been to hell and back
This is trial by fire
Desire to find the higher power
In the hour of despair
Cutting out the stitches
Guess there's bridges to repair
Holding on to whats left
Trying to stay right
After the chaos of the night
Comes daylight

Daylight lyrics - Yelawolf

Daylight, woah daylight
Daylight, is coming again
Whiskey, woah whiskey
Whiskey, my only friend

Got me a bottle, lookin' out at my El Dorado
Smokin' a barro, whip up an egg and avocado
I'm on the porch like a slummy Ralph Lauren model
Flannel shirt like a lumberjack choppin' a log-o
Pistol next to the ashtray, no bow and arrow
Got blah blah though, knock the beef outcha top nacho
I'm livin' life like there is a tomorrow
I'm slow motion, I'm slow cookin'
The crock pot holds potatoes
I smell the storm comin', I like watching a sorrow
I like watching that muddy water fillin' up the potholes
I like hearing the woods cry, moan, whisper and sing songs
So I can think long; an aficionado
Raindrops on the string hit: a pizzicato
I'm free-fallin', the airplane pilot's on idle
Freezer lookin' like I hit the lotto
And I got beer colder than a Colorado hollow
Do you follow?

And just like the howlin' wolf
A couple sips down and it's nothin' but blues
Alcohol and rain, now that's what grown men do
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof
Cause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
Call me what you want but don't call past two
Unless you got some liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
When the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
Call me what you want but don't call past two
Unless you got some liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded

Drinkin' 'til I'm heavily faded
All the sudden the suds I'm sippin' got me feelin' edumacated
I complicate the uncomplicated
My drinkin' partners are the greatest
Me and my buddy, Jack Davis
Daniels, whatever, we Jimmy Beamin', if we get lucky, maybe
We get a visit from the baby King 13 and go fuckin' crazy
Ten racks for a crystal chandelier full of liquid swazy
Now Patsy Cline got me walkin' after midnight
I'm tippin' the neck, gotta make sure to keep the lid tight
Was sittin' up with attention and now I just sit like
Slump down in my chair like a pimp, pondering this life
I'm the great grandson of Otis Williams
Part of me's Cherokee, the other part is a pilgrim
So me and firewater's like splittin' me up the middle
One's tryin' to love him, the other one's tryin' to kill a man

And just like the howlin' wolf
A couple sips down and it's nothin' but blues
Alcohol and rain, now that's what grown men do
You keep it one hundred, I keep a hundred proof
Cause when the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
Call me what you want but don't call past two
Unless you got some liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
When the raindrops fallin' on that old tin roof
I pour myself a glass of liquor and I get the blues
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded
Call me what you want but don't call past two
Unless you got some liquor to contribute
To get down, to get down I get loaded down
To get down I get loaded

Daylight, woah daylight
Daylight, is coming again
Whiskey, woah whiskey
Whiskey, my only friend

Do For Love lyrics - Yelawolf

Daddy is up five AM again it's a repeated scene, he's been at since ten
Nine the five hours don't pay enough money
He took a persephone is just gettin' in
Baby's are hungry and mommy is bitching
About bills that he need to go pay while he sitting
Not even five minutes to drink a cold beer before hearing about what was left in the kitchen
Walk at the door before walk to the store, grab his 5 dollars he only had for
Won't get a check to the first of next week and the sentiments of self I can't take anymore
With no heat in the house and no gas in the truck, and his four years old birthday about to come up
Its gun, mess, duck tape, close now

What would you do for love...

She's a single mother living in a hotel in the South Side of the city
And she works at a bar and she strips to get tips
Saving up for a place that is pretty
A tribute at a son to support, still in school with a father that's never around
Took her virginity, promised infinity
And he took off and he hasn't been found
Most of the people she already knows
Have troublesome vibe and they keeping them home
That side of town isn't the place to raise a child
But she's doing her best when there's no where to go
Puts on a skirt, picks up her purse
He knows just what she does
Cause momma can't work at the bar overnight
So his momma is hustling and selling drugs

What would you do for love...

Punk lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Travis Barker & Juicy J)

I'm a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Country boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
Backseat full of crooks
Pen and paper, this one's for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
I'm Psycho White-oh no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin' out for the kill
I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfits
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
But I feel right at home

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck, really I don't give a fuck
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
But mama tried
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view
To center who my friends, the men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and I'm feelin' right at home

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck
But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up
But I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck, really, I don't give a fuck
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick
Let's go, I've got it cranked, it's parked out front
I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to Cali to the allies where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and I'm feelin' right at home

Row Your Boat lyrics - Yelawolf

You said you don't wanna die but still you want to go to heaven
Heaven's not a place that you can scare me into changing everything that I believe in
Leavin' what is keeping you from walkin' out the door and livin' life like there's a reason
Reason is the fear of change will leave a person locked inside a dark and mental prison
Prisoners of war, the war is media, they feed to you graffiti up your vision
Visionary super scary future they will shoot ya' they will loot ya' they are killin'
Killin' power of the power that exists above us is a problem - it's a sentence
Sentence you to pull and push and jump, when they say jump you say how high
There is no limit
Limit what they sell and what they're givin'

Even if the whole world knows
I don't give a damn about what they think
I don't have to stand up to your gun
I don't have to sit down when you say
Tell me I'm overboard
The truth is you just want to see me sink
If there's any room left on that ship
You don't have to save any room for me
Cause I've got my own boat (even when it rains)
I'm doing my own thing (even when it rains)
And I will stay afloat - even when it rains
Cause I've got my own boat
Row, row your boat
Row, row your boat
Row your boat

They marchin' up the street they wanna fight they don't want peace
Peace of what you have they snatch and grab
They steal and run
They pullin' guns out on police
Police they shoot and kill - they shoot at will
They will at you - they'll execute if you don't leave
Leavin' the impression no one's safe inside this dungeon in the city of the beast
Beasts are on the corner, slingin' poison to the junkies - to a junkie it's a feast
Feast or famine, come examine, take a look into that alleyway that's on your street
Streets are not the only place that you can find yourself laying up under white sheets
Sheets in Alabama cockin' hammers, ridin' horses, wanna handle who is free
Free yourself from anything they preach

Even if the whole world knows
I don't give a damn about what they think
I don't have to stand up to your gun
I don't have to sit down when you say
Tell me I'm overboard
The truth is you just want to see me sink
If there's any room left on that ship
You don't have to save any room for me
Cause I've got my own boat (even when it rains)
I'm doing my own thing (even when it rains)
And I will stay afloat - even when it rains
Cause I've got my own boat
Row, row your boat
Row, row your boat
Row your boat

True To Yourself lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Bones Owens)

[Yelawolf:]
Here we go to church on Sunday mornin'
Hangovers on 'em
Whiskey pourin' out of skin, it's like a poison
Beer-soaked boots from the barroom floor
It's perfume to a sinner, it's allurin'
Prophet for the slums, prayer for the dark
Barber straight razor blade, pocket watch
Rings on every finger, sacrificial skin
Story written in his blood, he's akin
To animals and criminals alike
Hood, project, trailer park, Backwoods
Sprinkles of the cocaine in his nails
Tank full of propane on the shelf
Fire's in the soul, the child is now a man
The enemies of good now become a friend
Watchin' God play his life violin
Happily, an instrumental in the wind
You will never fit, you're a misfit
You're a quiet voice no matter how loud you get
Despite the effort, you remain reckless
You remain helpless in the same outfit
As your father did before, you're a song
Better sing the praises of the written wrongs
Only time will kill your spirit if you let it fall
And that's why there's...

[Bones Owens:]
No time at all
No time like now
To get on the road
If you wanna get out
You got to be true
True to yourself
Or you'll be a fool
To somebody else

[Yelawolf:]
The rifle's in the corner, money on the table
Cellophane sacks, baby's in the cradle
Chevy's in the drive, cranked and ready for him
Lights a cigarette, ashes on the floor
And takes another toke, smoke fills the room
Sun sets behind the clouds, heavy gloom
Cops on the run, sirens in the distance
Wild small town, violent and resistant
In the street, they rage and fight
Any given night, it's just another reason for a killin'
Brave the cold and lock the door 'cause it's war
Storm filled with crime, only safe in buildings
Made of brick and mortar, brick of thick morals
Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will support 'em
Steel with the trigger finger, take your life
Billy in the basement, wasted, makin' pipe
Bombs take it light, wrong take it real
Take a quarter pound of dope and make a deal
Take the front, son, run for the hills
Cowards under power make sonic seals
Cast a shadow over underprivileged minds
While they're chasin' money, hit some basic rhymes
If the world gives you pen and paper, draw the line
Because there's no time

[Bones Owens:]
There's no time at all
No time like now
To get on the road
If you wanna get out
You got to be true
True to yourself
Or you'll be a fool
To somebody else

No time at all
No time like now
To get on the road
If you wanna get out
You got to be true
True to yourself
Or you'll be a fool
To somebody else

Sabrina lyrics - Yelawolf

I woke up from a deep sleep
I must have had a nightmare
But I really cannot remember
My heart was beating out of my chest
And I was cold, I must of let the window crack
Funny September and the winter's coming back
The house is unusually quiet and I'm wondering where Sabrina's at
By this time of the clock she would of been pulling on my blanket
Saying daddy "I want my cereal" wondering where her mommy's at
My door is wide open I can hear the breeze hit the curtains
Wind chime hanging on the front porch singing
Sabrina must be asleep
I pull back the sheet
Get up and walk to her room in the hall
Not a peep, not a sound, not at all
The anxiety of a father is settin' in
As I turn the corner to her room
Her Mickey Mouse blanket is on the floor
She isn't in the bed
I take a deep breath and put my hand on my head
Relax
Its a game of hide and seek
Shes in the closet I know it
I open the door
Gotcha!
She isn't there
The faint sound of the television from downstairs
Playing some cartoons she on the couch of course
How did I oversleep
Baby girl why didn't you come wake up daddy?
And neither responds
Fear turned to frustration
Sabrina answered me
'Brina this isn't funny
I ran into the couch and she's not there
I'm starting to panic and I'm looking up everywhere
Guest rooms, bath rooms, cabinets
On to the tables, the attic
Wait a minute, oh god, no
I know she wouldn't go outside
We live so far back in the woods
She wouldn't dare
Its to scary for a little girl just to go bye bye
I'm trying to escape my minds eye
But my imagination is running wild
At this point I'm talking to god
"Please lord, please I'm scared help me find my child"
I run to the basement
Sweat beats on my head
Pacing thinking, pacing thinking
Turn my face in
The screen door to the backyard's yard
I run to the swingset
Swingset? No
Sandbox? No
Goddammit Sabrina where'd you go?
There's a trail to a pond that I take her to everyday
Maybe she's down there
I run down the trail its about 100 yards
We usually hang out on the pier
And as I get close in
Everything moves slow motion
Her little white shirt on the surface of the water
She was there, lifeless floating
(Oh my god)
The pain I can't explain I couldn't see anything
I ran to the water
God is this really my daughter?
I picked her up she was really heavy
And hella tight in my arms
I took her out of the barn
I laid her on the grass
I couldn't breath I gas
Gave her CPR she wasn't responding to it
My phone in my pocket
My hands are shaking
My visions blurry
9-1-1'll send a ambulance in a hurry
But it was too late
No telling how long she wasn't breathing
Her skin was the color purple
Her lips were ice cold
She must have fell of the pier with her poor teddy bear
She tried to get out she got wood under her nails
God what did you do to us?
What of we doing I say my prayers at night
Heaven I been a consumer
What did you to do my baby
She's mine now give her back
You don't deserve her if you let her die like that

Violin lyrics - Yelawolf (feat. Lee Brice)

[Yelawolf:]
I'm down on my knees again
A call for my repentance
The war has taken over me
I beg for the forgiveness
The bullets ricochet, uh
I hear 'em when I sleep now
The blood is on my hands Lord
From man, woman, and child (A soldier from my country)
I'm a soldier from my country (A slave unto my gun)
But a slave unto my gun (The screams to echo louder)
The screams to echo louder (Kill, kill)
God, what have I become? (Whoooa)
I pledge my allegiance
I left my family, a new born baby
To slay the enemy, the struggle for power
The lust, the fantasy
I trusted America, she took my sanity

[Lee Brice:]
Winds of change rollin' in
Take your love back again
I'm your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin

[Yelawolf:]
She looks at her reflection
Eyes black and blue
She told them she would leave him
She says she was through
He took her from a small town
Showed her the big city life
He promised her the world
Then he made her his wife (He runs around town)
But he runs around town (Lies, lies)
He's a cheater and a beater (She's sleepin' with the enemy)
She's sleepin' with the enemy (No one believes her)
But no one believes her (Whoooa)
A diamond green, a glass of whiskey
The bottle of pain pills open and empty
She left a letter "to hell I send thee"
He brought home flowers, ashamed and guilty
Too late

[Lee Brice:]
Winds of change rollin' in
Take your love back again
I'm your fool, Amen
Just a bow for your violin
You played me
You made me your violin

[Yelawolf:]
Uh, you was like a rag
I've been washed up and dragged through the mud like a leaf
All my beefs and my loves
Take it up, take it down
Took a left, took a right
It's the one to be found
To explain to me why
Why it was me that was brought to the edge of the cliff
'Cause see this is not fair but why should you care?
The choices I've made
And mama, I swear that all can not be the fault of just me
I've tried to maintain my wants and my needs
To work and not see the changes I've strived for
A better life for my family I would die for
Take away everything from me
And ask why more?
Tell me to make a decision in front of five doors
There's a prayer I'm saying 'Why lord?'
Send me to a war without a sword
I'll fight and fight more
I'll travel along road
'Cause I'm just a violin
My life is another cord
'Cause I'm just a violin
My life is another cord

[Lee Brice:]
You made me your violin
You played me violin
You made me your violin