Yelawolf - Punk (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Yelawolf - Punk (en) Lyrics
I'm a million light years
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
moshpit dosey 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 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 showin' up
With them low riders
on the west side
Lift kits from the south
Jump in the passenger seat
of my sixty-nine
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 still 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-six
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 da 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 in
a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job
cause I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing
left but mamma tried
Mamma tried to harvest early
and the pot died
If she ever said I was
a good boy trust me
Mamma lied
Leave these haters with
a cane to walk
Take these lames
with a grain of salt
All I want to 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
An I'm not alone
I put a flag in nashville
And I'm feelin'
right at home
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 ally's
Where they're
packin' rallies
With the skateboarders
punks, and rowdies
And show em'
this country savvy
I
Am
Yelawolf and I'm feelin'
right at home
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