[Verse 1] My truck's so clean, you can lick the white walls and drink the gasoline My pockets so deep I can eat McDonalds 5 days of the week I got so much soul the devil is jealous, wanna be down with the king I'm off the ground, I float like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine Speaking of Vietnam, I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong When I spit with the kerosene Preaching of see 'em wrong, grabbin' this piece, I retrieve 'em And lead 'em wrong with this gift of a shared dream Reach in the seat and then bone like rap the heat like a teeter Now bring it on when you hit you can barely breathe Leap in the creek and the pond Back in the streets like a dealer to feed 'em songs I blend in with everything
[Chorus] I'm too rock for hip-hop Too hip-hop for rock n' roll I'm too city for rednecks And I'm too country for city folks But I don't give a fuck what they want from me I can only give 'em what I know I guess you can just call me Out of motherfucking control
[Verse 2] I get so drunk, I lean against walls when there is no walls My team is so rowdy, they throwin' up the rebel flag when there is no cause The south is still dirty, my Chevy pipes are clapping, I need no applause Roll up like a tornado, windpark, 50 seat with nothing but hogs I grew up on ZZ-Top when mama was Bar-hopping for easy jobs, I'm set with a TV nod I grew up in need of pot When mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pops, I happily needed not They grew up a few easy crops and mama was more popping when [with easy guap?] I sat with the PD cops I knew it was either rock, and if wanted more options for me to clock, I happened to see hip hop
[Chorus] I'm too rock for hip-hop Too hip-hop for rock n' roll I'm too city for rednecks And I'm too country for city folks But I don't give a fuck what they want from me I can only give 'em what I know I guess you can just call me Out of motherfucking control
[Verse 3] Give a fuck if you understand it Wow would I expect you to, I barely comprehend it How I ended up standing with Shady, shaking hands with 50 like it was planned for me maybe I'm a juxtaposition of musical composition I'm America's sweat stain, what's left in the kitchen Take the garbage out with the beggars and jump in the fucking bag Digging for hand-me-down's, like I forgot what I have Nobody told me how to do me, it just is An evolution of rap and rock 'n' roll mixed with Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee hillbillies Tobacco-spitting white kid listen with intent Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny Cash Deadhead hippie shit I'm grateful these hippie kids are able to witness it Benefit from the pen, ye, I begin Thank you, Eminem, there it is
[Chorus] I'm too rock for hip-hop Too hip-hop for rock n' roll I'm too city for rednecks And I'm too country for city folks But I don't give a fuck what they want from me I can only give 'em what I know I guess you can just call me Out of motherfucking controlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
