Lyrics Down This Road Ft. Yelawolf - Bizarre

Down This Road Ft. Yelawolf

You ain’t ever been down this road before
a J
running with no clothes
Grandmama beat the switches where the air wind roll
Sold a sack in the culdasack down that road
Take a left motherfucker (X4)
Catfish Billy, ain’t it Bizarre tho?
Country motherfucker yup.
I got a carload
Got a 30 pack of Bud in this Monte Carlo
And I’m macking this slut who got an ass like a barn door
I told her I’ll give her the stick for a carton of marlboro’s
My boy said I’m tripping, but she looked at it its charm tho
What a mystic man I am with this art flow
Like creek water we harder than a drunk trying to dart throw
Chevy’s in the back barretta’s click clack
Mullets in the Starter Jacket your babies in the bed
Gave my mama keys to a 1980 lac'
She let her boyfriend see it and we never got it back
Fuck it, it’s a bucket
A bullet’s in budget, I’ll just go back to cookie cutting
And reach under the rug and pull out a sack of bud
And hit my buddy up for a nutty butty
It’s all in the family, and I mean family by cousin’s
And we sitting in a fucking beanbag, on the front porch swinging lean back
Big truck riding never clean that, buckshot signs you ain’t ever seen that
75 north an hour from Toledo
big body Regal’s
Hammerton tuxedo, home of HKiller raised by lions, tigers, gorrilla’s
Red Magnum, Helicopter doors.
Big potholes will fuck up your 24's
Detroit, Michigan where people dont care no more
Chrysler and Ford plant they ain’t there no more
20/20 vision make the wrong decision
Get 5 to 10 and Jackson Prison
Abandoned homes,
drug dealers, crack addicts,
lots of white boys, but ain’t no B-Rabbit
When I gotta have it, blowing that kush
Car started out I need that push
The home of the purple gang
and the home of Coleman Young
Detroit, Michigan great place not to come