Living the life of a student, yeah, I begin on a high Losing my mind and they say that I’ve been winning for time Never been to a gun fight and never needed a knife But then I make the cut whenever delivering lines Sit on the side with a rhyme pad with a ten in my sights Sipping a lemon and lime Corona only with my best friends 'Cause I've hidden my pride, giving the time To write rhymes but I find truth at a quarter to five Hey!
It’s kinda like I took a train to the left side of my brain, oh, mayne Puddles of mud, under my love, you know I’m stepping in my own lane All of these speakers sitting behind me But what psychology, psychologically insane Pardon me while I get down, down, down Making you get up and say...
If you don’t know If you don’t know by now, you better tell him ’bout it What you gonna tell him ’bout? Yeah Yeah
Ten toes to the dirt, pencil to the paper God has a favor for your thirst Drink, drink a pint bye-bye To this bullshit praise Allah To the wheels, I’m a ridah, steel ring, no Prada Only thrift clothes and my ada-di-das I’m a fetus in my room, say na na Daddy’s home, on the mic, hey papa
Back with a bang yo, straight loop pedal, no band though But every single one of my fans know That every damn show I’m taking their ears on a journey Like I’m flying overseas with Van Gogh Livin’ so sweet without Gretel and Hansel Critics hate the lyrics 'cause they think I’ve been tangoed Find me wearing old clothes, rocking a Kangol I’m riding 'round with Yelawolf in your daddy’s Lambo
Hello me, how ya been? You got a mullet again like when you was 10 You’re probably sipping sweet tea still, huh? And your piggy bank is full of change That what you used to steal from You been playing fools like a steel drum Pulling out early, and they still come Eating from the game when you know the meal’s done Yelawolf is gettin' back at these pilgrims Hold up baby, sit still, son, woah This old rock, the hill's been rolled Still shocking when I see 'em go Bananas, when they handle this animalistic flow
If you don’t know If you don’t know by now, you better tell him ’bout it What you gonna tell him ’bout? Yeah Yeah
I’m not the average half-a-wit after this hour gets out of this 60 seconds, I’m goin' any direction and Chasing this Jack with a shot of Budweiser and water Is probably the better idea, yeah, you move when the direction in Fact, it's a part of me to be the looser of cannons Blow on this fucking mic like a wind 'til college start again Hooligans, hooligans rule again but really who’s a friend? Jump in this lake of fire, jump right back in the pool again Knew I'd be new again, a student of you my friend Marshall Mathers, I’m tossing rappers up at my crew of 10 Minus 4, minus war, you don’t want it Shady Records, I’m already better, fuck it, doggonnit Dog don’t gotta lead, dog’s already home, Jack Dogg I’m a beast, I’m a wolf, bring your dogs back (Woof !) A melody-man and a melancholy mellow-yellow can Shhhh, tell 'em how we gonna sell 'em man
Been working hard all week So if you wonder if we earned it, well it's not a probably So won’t you bring that back to me And holler when you hear it like all the screams of a Halloween I got blisters on my feet To walk at night with you, is not the shoes to be borrowing So won’t you bring that back to me 'Cause all the soul of my pen is only what all the sorrow brings If you don’t know
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