Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In This World , by - Yelawolf. Release date: 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! |