Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Growin' Up In The Gutter, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Growin' Up In The Gutter |
| Once upon a time in an apartment home |
| Lived a little girl with a heart of stone |
| Cause part of her heart was partly gone |
| Rarely seen and hardly known |
| Treated like a mat in a boxing ring |
| Blood drop stains on the twin box springs |
| Daddy came to visit it’s not a dream |
| She thought to herself «what is happening?» |
| Above her head is a crucifix |
| But Lucifer loosens up his wrist |
| Lays her down with an open fist |
| And all that was left was hopelessness |
| Little girl, where’s your loving mother? |
| Under the covers, under the covers |
| Little girl, what have you discovered? |
| She stuttered… |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| No more, fairy tales, and songs |
| No place like hell, no place like home |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| Black and white, in a frame |
| There we are, safe and sound |
| Stray guns, no aim, yea! |
| Growin' up in the gutter! |
| (And you ain’t gotta be from the projects to deal with this nonsense) |
| 'Cause even in suburbia somebody will murder ya |
| Over nothin', leave your body slumpin' in the parkin' lot of your complex |
| Violence is a hard pill to swallow and digest |
| My town is full of drug dealers, most of 'em get shot in the process |
| Hustlin' and stackin' up profits |
| They robbin' mutherfuckas like they havin' a contest |
| Shit, he took a bitch to his apartment to brag |
| A week later he tied up on the carpet and gagged |
| 'Cause he showed her all the pills he had for sale for the low |
| She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a Glock and a mag |
| Kicked-in his door, laid him down, then he shot him and dashed |
| Ran off with all that he had, used to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag |
| What you know about that? |
| Middle-class white bitch slangin' her body for crack |
| Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buckshot shells |
| And then the blood clot fails, there ain’t no healin' the wounds |
| Biggest meth bust on the East Coast, right here in Duluth |
| My lyrics are proof of growin' up in the gutter |
| You think you can define how hard you got it?! |
| By what neighborhood you live in muthafucker |
| Wake up in the gutter! |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| No more, fairy tales, and songs |
| No place like hell, no place like home |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| Black and white, in a frame |
| There we are, safe and sound |
| Stray guns, no aim, yea! |
| Growin' up in the gutter! |
| Slumerican indeed, I am |
| Drug through the mud like a weed, what I am |
| Was child who was beat, I am |
| Leather belts that made me, I am |
| Home alone again at 8, I am |
| Somebody’s life to rate, I am |
| Given to the beast by fate, I am |
| The one who did escape, I am |
| A voice for the cold in the dark, I am |
| The one who sold his heart, I am |
| From a family torn apart, I am |
| A target for your dart, I am |
| Sick again from the whips, I am |
| Head to the gun and click, I am |
| A soul that don’t run from shit, I am |
| Exposed to the g.o.a.t.s. |
| of sin, I am |
| Met a ghost and he said, I am |
| In the basement in red, I am |
| Dead cause the Ouija board said, I-A-M |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| No more, fairy tales, and songs |
| No place like hell, no place like home |
| Growin' up in the gutter |
| Black and white, in a frame |
| There we are, safe and sound |
| Stray guns, no aim, yea! |
| Growin' up in the gutter! |