Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Johnny Cash, artist - Yelawolf. Album song Love Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Johnny Cash |
| The windows cracked on the Chevrolet |
| My cigarettes in the ash tray |
| The engines off and the radio’s down |
| So nervous my whole body shakes |
| The parking lot’s full of people and |
| They ready to see the preacher man |
| Time to open up for the main act |
| I guess that makes me a deacon |
| I promise that I won’t let me down |
| And check myself in the mirror one time |
| Say my prayer and then I sip the Crown |
| Light another smoke and step outside |
| Walk inside and take a look around |
| As I try to remember all of my lines |
| Guess it’s time for me to face the crowd |
| And give the people my time |
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| These people standing on front row |
| Tryna see through me like a window |
| I’m wearing my soul on my sleeve |
| But they look at me through a pin hole |
| All I see is this opportunity |
| To see at least one of you in me |
| But I can’t seem to win 'em over so |
| I swallow the humility |
| Fifteen minutes to hold 'em down |
| And I’m just wishing that it would fly by |
| It’s like my whole world hits the ground |
| All I wanted to do is have a good time |
| Hold me under but I will not drown |
| All I really know how to do is survive |
| Next time that I come to your town |
| I’ll be the fuckin' headline |
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| I’m not supposed to be this person, I suppose |
| I’m not supposed to be this rapper poking holes at stereotypes |
| Or to write this juxtaposing flow to beats at shows |
| I hold the microphone and out me goes this songs and quotables |
| Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose |
| Cause I’m about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes to let go of those |
| I got dreams like fish got gills |
| I can’t survive in this lake water without a deal |
| But I can build Noah’s Ark without a power drill |
| Look at this crowd like it’s a battlefield |
| Tell 'em my trials, my triumphs, my failures, my family loud and clear |
| Let 'em all judge, I don’t care how they feel |
| Fuck it, what do I care? |
| I’m my personal shrink |
| Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink |
| I’m used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the tools |
| That’s just a brick from the mansion |
| Another stitch in the pants of a Johnny Cash |
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