Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Down, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down |
| Pick up, pick up, daddy’s in the pickup |
| Got so much bounce the kick drum give me the hiccups |
| You don’t want it with me, sucker, just look up |
| Beer flyin' in this mothafucka like bird shit |
| Ran these Mickey Thompsons up on the curb, bitch |
| Crook as a picture on Sunday |
| My maniac Slumerican squad mount up around your Hyundai |
| Chevy’s up, we got low lives and bow ties |
| Up shit’s creek, I’ll take you for a boat ride |
| Stick his head in the water, now let him flap his lips |
| Motormouth, make a wave, yeah, Roll Tide |
| You’re playin' golf in lightning? |
| So am I |
| Dressed in a tin man suit |
| Drinkin' a tin can too, that is 110 proof, uh |
| Man if I only had a heart for you bitches |
| I’d get down on my knees and help you dig them ditches |
| But mama only raised Hell |
| So when you’re done diggin' that ditch, bitch, bury yourself, boaw |
| Pass me that Colt .45 |
| I’m partyin' 'til my fuckin' throat sore and dry |
| I’m goin' down |
| Aw, man—you gotta love it |
| I’m on my way |
| Hey, mama, all around the town they’re sayin' |
| «He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy» |
| I’m country-rich, no budget |
| Got to get paid |
| Hey, daddy, all around the town they’re sayin' |
| «He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy» |
| Uh, You drivin' drunk, better lift your seat up |
| Cause cops pull us over just to fuckin' meet us |
| Cause Marshall’s a Rap God, damn right |
| Well, then I guess that makes me Jesus |
| So turn this water to whiskey |
| Watch the dirty south go from dirty to filthy |
| High class only means stoned in school |
| Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool |
| Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal’s brown |
| So what I got spokes on this bitch, and? |
| The lift kicks like climbin' into a spaceship |
| UFO’s, unidentified flyin' Oldsmobiles |
| And mobile homes, amen |
| I can still smell the kerosene leakin' |
| I should’ve seen the signs, I was blowin' up |
| Either in a trailer home or a pickup |
| Hey, Bubba, your baby boy is in big trouble |
| I fuckin' ran through a briar patch and got cut up |
| Now I’m wide open in front of the whole town |
| I bled for the game, I guess it’s obvious now |
| I’m goin' down now, he told me wear it with pride |
| You wanna take the hard road you gotta cherish the ride |
| Most mothafuckers won’t jump to embarrass the fly |
| Can’t build a legacy up, then let it perish and die |
| I’m goin' down |
| Aw, man, you gotta love it |
| I’m on my way |
| Hey, mama, all around the town they’re sayin' |
| «He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy» |
| I’m country-rich, no budget |
| Got to get paid |
| Hey, daddy, all around the town they’re sayin' |
| «He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy» |
| Aw, man—you gotta love it |
| I’m on my way |
| Hey, mama, all around the town they’re sayin' |
| «He's goin' down, Lord, have mercy» |