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
1. 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 winer's Ave, never said “I got dinner, dad” Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back And Jim 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 ends without a license plate To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape Yeah, that’s writing on the wall that I can't erase He’s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can’t replace If I’m in the line, he’s in the line, 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
2. 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? Roll Tide! Amen! The Heart of Dixie’s in this bitch, yeah I’m Dixie rich But if I don’t have y’all, I ain’t got shit Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns 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 any level that I’m at Momma will quit drinking and Obama 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 drain, it's off The pain from the mic from the strain it cost Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk 300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk Around suckers dying for change, it's soft The new South’s got a new house with a frame and a stump Roots and limbs, the truth’s in him, yeah I’m a grain of salt Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne I refrain, I’m a couch, I’m a chair, I’m a seat A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth I’m a sofa to hold ya, 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 for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines The Heart of DixieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
