Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In This World, artist - Yelawolf.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In This World |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself |
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself |
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! |
In this world of sticks, hicks and chicks with aqua net spray |
Shhh-shut up motherfucker don’t disrespect these country ways, yeah! |
Alabama, if yeen know, I ain’t hiding a damn thing, I just like to lean low |
Yeah, I’m the theme show stereotypical beanpole |
Slim, tall, tatted, let me add that I gotta green glow |
From all the Mountain Dew that I consume from a mason jar |
In a racing car, chase it with a tall ice brew |
Let me not leave you confused, what I represent culturally |
Trash bag full of freon, I’m huffin' puffin' on potpourri |
That gummo’s squeaky swingin' gate in front of that trap house |
Trailer park is sewed up and Billy done pulled that ac out |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself |
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself |
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! |
Wonder what I got inside this Chevrolet Trunk I’m hiding |
About ten Bodies on a fishing line with baby clothes on consignment |
Came to the Game so broke that I still find one-dollar bills and get a thrill |
That’s the kind of shit that leaves my pickle dill’d |
Siding on the single-wide got icicle steel, too cold |
Got a kerosene heater to heat up the grill, meatloaf? |
Daddy’s in jail again for shuffling pills, we know |
Man I’ve only come to give you a peep show, (In this world) |
I run across the South Like a wild stream, smiling |
I’ve seen more colorful mushrooms than a child’s dream on an island |
Desolate left behind, cause my state is a state of grime |
God said, 1979, go change the minds (In this world) |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself |
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself |
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! |
Yelawolf, Hi my name is |
President O' Bama, I’m so shameless |
I’m taking it all, so what am I saying? |
I’m the voice of every small town (In this world) |
Like a light in the pipe, with a mic |
And take flight in this life, I’m a sight |
Put a vice-grip lock on my right to fight |
Despite the way you may feel about sights and sounds |
That I might put down, about prices found on a sack of that white |
Heaven is a place in a 7/11, I can never get away from hell |
Found hell in the bible-belt, and found love in a 6-pack on the shelf |
Went to the seashore to see more, but Leroy didn’t seem sure to me |
So I took Leroy to Alabama, he bought the hat and bought the tee |
Converted him y’all, I gave him convertible thoughts |
When he saw that big buck hangin' on the wall (Yeah) |
I’m off by a millimeter, I’m on by a million light-years and 2 liters |
A pint of moonshine, I ride in two-seaters |
Take a ride (In this world) |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Every where I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And If I ever need something, I’mma get it for myself |
Cause I’m the only person thinking ‘bout me |
It’s getting hard to be me |
Everywhere I go, somebody’s looking at me |
And if you gon' compare me at all best compare me to myself |
Cause I’m the only person fucking with me! |