Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Away, artist - Yelawolf. Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Away |
| Yeah, hell of a day |
| To load a .22 and take it to the woods and let it ring |
| Into the night and break a bottle with the bullet |
| Yes I’m 'bout it motherfucker, not a single solitary thing |
| Is missin' from my southern roots I’m liable just to take a Chevrolet |
| And run it through the mud for giggles |
| Huh, what a son of a bitch my momma raised into a rapper |
| Who could tell a story like my uncle when he’s drinkin' |
| Product of a workin' environment, fuck is y’all thinkin'? |
| Meanin' I’m workin'-workin' harder than any artist |
| Can ever do it simply 'cause I’m made that way |
| I build a house around your ass before you could realize |
| That you in the neighborhood that Yelawolf made |
| So call me a redneck and tell your boys about it |
| Tell 'em I’m an Alabama wanna-be, I be that |
| I’ll just take it to the studio |
| And drop a bomb on you from a motherfuckin' beanbag |
| I need that. |
| Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s |
| Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet |
| Talk til there’s nothing left to say |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gon' have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns |
| Then you’ll have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gone have to get away from me |
| Man, I done been through it all |
| I done been up and know what it is to fall |
| Punk police feeling all on my balls |
| Without a probable cause, cause a nigga sittin' tall |
| «Dawg, you gotta do something Fatt |
| On the road with Wolf, why did you come back?» |
| Cause them up there, don’t wanna play fair |
| Got me pinned to the wall, like a fucking thumb tack. |
| «Dumb fat!» |
| Dumb hell, criticize a nigga for the crack I sell |
| Like you could give a shit if a nigga eat well or eat at all, wanna see me fall |
| Let ‘em see that? |
| Naw dawg, them lies |
| Only cause I got Catfish on my side |
| Bitch I’m headed up, up to the sky |
| Roll up, let’s get high |
| Wavin' them bye, I need that |
| Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s |
| Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet |
| Talk til there’s nothing left to say |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gon' have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns |
| Then you’ll have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gone have to get away from me |
| 20 plus 20 still spittin' 'em out |
| Still piss on your porch and still shit in your house |
| Then put my dick in your mouth, take it back out, put it back in |
| Fuck on the floor, skeet on the couch |
| Which one of you ugly muthafuckers think you thug enough or rugg enough |
| Or gutter enough, fast enough to keep up (huh) |
| The most retarded motherfucker in the whole wide world |
| Ain’t stupid or dumb enough to fuck with it |
| If you in say you in, and if you is handle your mutherfuckin' business |
| Knuckle up, buckle up, hustle up, huddle up. |
| What we gonna do? |
| Win! |
| Not a nan' ‘nother nigga outta there can compare |
| To what I do to these boys on these bars and these scales |
| In these clubs in these bars on these tables and chairs |
| I need that! |
| Get away, tell my folks roll up the J’s |
| Bring Yelawolf a deuce, we’ll sit up on the roof of the broken Chevrolet |
| Talk til there’s nothing left to say |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gon' have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| You gone have to get away from me, load up the guns, load up the guns |
| Then you’ll have to get away from me |
| Drink some, smoke some |
| Cause if I don’t get away, you gonna see my trailer park ghetto ways |
| Then you gone have to get away from me |