Yelawolf
On behalf of alabama i just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, dj frank white my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world hello world
Yelawolf
This morning i woke up feeling
Like that i never had a fuckin’ dime
Like i didn’t wake up in the back of the bus
That’s finally mine why do i feel
Like i never had marshall mathers’
Co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed well livin’ this time i’m even not used to believe
That i could be one of the top 5 maybe when i tell myself
I’m one of the best, i’m just lyin’ when my uncle buddy call and ask
I say i’m just fine but i feel like i haven’t made it
Uncle but i’m just tryin’ or maybe i’m just not used
To having shit i never had never stood in the winters
And never said “i got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [?] I love you, thank you always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When i couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When i drove that minivan for the?
Without a license plate to atl so i could play
Will power my demo tape yeah, that’s writing on the wall
By the county he’s a friend of mine and that i can’t replace
If i’m in?
He’s in?
And we both get a play - Church
This ain’t no crew it’s a family so get it straight - Church
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘cuz i know some of these people think i’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and i’m above what i started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake then you just a departed clown
And if you thought i was coming hard well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since i felt this homesick as i do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time and i just wanna say
Hey! How you been?
Amen the heart of dixie’s in this bitch
Yeah i’m dixie witch but if i don’t have y’all i ain’t got shit
Gadsden?
Throw it up it’s that alabama sound much love and i never let you down
‘cause i might as well be dropped back in gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before i become complacent on the?
Level that i’m at momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah i may have, my mind but it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because i paid the cost really more like a fine
But instead of paying for tickets now they pay for tickets in line to see me?
The pain in the mic?
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk 300 soldiers i brought?
Around suckers dying for chains?
The new south’s got a new hope with a? - And a?
? And?
The truth’s in him yeah i’m a? - Assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane i refrain?
I’m a?
Just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt ‘cuz i’m out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain
Cuz i never run out of lines the heart of dixie
On behalf of alabama i just wanna say
The heart of dixie is in this bitch
M16, dj frank white my name is yelawolf
Hello world, hello world hello world
Yelawolf
This morning i woke up feeling
Like that i never had a fuckin’ dime
Like i didn’t wake up in the back of the bus
That’s finally mine why do i feel
Like i never had marshall mathers’
Co-sign sometimes?
Like radioactive failed well livin’ this time i’m even not used to believe
That i could be one of the top 5 maybe when i tell myself
I’m one of the best, i’m just lyin’ when my uncle buddy call and ask
I say i’m just fine but i feel like i haven’t made it
Uncle but i’m just tryin’ or maybe i’m just not used
To having shit i never had never stood in the winters
And never said “i got dinner, dad”
Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
And [?] I love you, thank you always my favorite dad
And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
When i couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
When i drove that minivan for the?
Without a license plate to atl so i could play
Will power my demo tape yeah, that’s writing on the wall
By the county he’s a friend of mine and that i can’t replace
If i’m in?
He’s in?
And we both get a play - Church
This ain’t no crew it’s a family so get it straight - Church
So father you can tell god to part the clouds
And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘cuz i know some of these people think i’m a certified artist now
But the butterfly’s still above and i’m above what i started now
Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
If you thought it was a flake then you just a departed clown
And if you thought i was coming hard well you better think harder now
And it’s been a long motherfucking time since i felt this homesick as i do now
Yeah it’s been a long fucking time and i just wanna say
Hey! How you been?
Amen the heart of dixie’s in this bitch
Yeah i’m dixie witch but if i don’t have y’all i ain’t got shit
Gadsden?
Throw it up it’s that alabama sound much love and i never let you down
‘cause i might as well be dropped back in gadsden and cuttin’ grass
Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
Before i become complacent on the?
Level that i’m at momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
Lost, yeah i may have, my mind but it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
Ay that’s fine because i paid the cost really more like a fine
But instead of paying for tickets now they pay for tickets in line to see me?
The pain in the mic?
Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk 300 soldiers i brought?
Around suckers dying for chains?
The new south’s got a new hope with a? - And a?
? And?
The truth’s in him yeah i’m a? - Assault
Preachers yelling out prophets about wane i refrain?
I’m a?
Just ride the beat homey, it’s over
Whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
I must be smoking bath salt ‘cuz i’m out of my mind
I should have built roads from the villain
Cuz i never run out of lines the heart of dixie
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