Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Punk, artist - Yelawolf. Album song Trial By Fire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope Records Release;, Shady Records
Song language: English
Punk |
I’m a million lightyears away from the dark |
A thousand miles and running |
Country boy can survive |
I’m alive, a loaded gunnin' |
Backseat full of crooks |
Pen and paper, this one’s for the books |
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it |
To the corner in a Travis Caddy |
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin', footprints on the wall |
Gimme the losers, the ones who don’t fit in |
And with this shit we’re gonna have a ball |
Swing around the mosh pit, do-si-do |
Catfish Billy and a Dobro |
I’m Psycho White — oh, no |
I’m a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile |
Comin' out for the kill |
I don’t gamble |
I don’t deal with these whose whose in this mass appeal |
I just wanna be behind a steering wheel of a semi-truck |
Then get drunk and run amuck |
With every single one of my misfits |
Bitch, that’s how we’re showin' up |
With them lowriders on the west side |
Lift kits from the south |
Jump in the passenger seat of my '69 and hit the bootleg house |
I’m on my new shit, still ready and ruthless |
A public nuisance |
But I feel right at home |
Since they’re still sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up |
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up |
Everything I’m talkin' real, I ain’t make it up |
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck |
But I ain’t givin' up, I’d rather live it up |
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up |
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up |
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck |
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck |
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day, Hank Williams all day |
So promenade when the lights in the ballroom swing |
And shake and then fall and break with that bottom bass |
Make you wanna tear the club up and go tattoo your face |
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend, that’s all it takes |
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock |
With a cop I’m a nervous wreck |
I never could keep a job 'cause I rob and I take |
And I leave you with nothing left |
But mama tried |
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died |
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me, mama lied |
Leave these haters with a cane to walk |
Take these lames with a grain of salt |
All I wanna do is take aim, assault, tell my story |
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta |
From Atlanta I began to build a plan, a panoramic view |
To center who my friends, the men around me was |
The culture is that slum, and I’m not alone |
I put a flag in Nashville, and I’m feelin' right at home |
Since they’re still sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up |
Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up |
Everything I’m talkin' real, I ain’t make it up |
I know you probably think I care, but I don’t give a fuck |
But I ain’t givin' up, I’d rather live it up |
Everybody sound the same, you need to switch it up |
They still swervin' in my lane, they need to give it up |
But I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck |
I don’t give a fuck, really I don’t give a fuck |
And the whole world is yours |
This I know, because Nas told me so |
Damn right, so give me that bag of money real quick |
Let’s go, I’ve got it cranked, it’s parked out front |
I’m a wanted man and I’m on the run |
And I’m goin' back to Cali to the alleys where they packin' rallies |
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies |
And show 'em this country savvy |
I, am, Yelawolf and I’m feelin' right at home |