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