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Yelawolf – Punk lyrics
(feat. Travis Barker of blink-182 & Juicy J)

[Verse 1: Yelawolf]
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

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
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

[Chorus: Juicy J]
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

[Outro: Yelawolf]
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
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(feat. Travis Barker of blink-182 & Juicy J) [Verse 1: Yelawolf] 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 [Chorus: Juicy J] 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 [Verse 2: Yelawolf] 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 [Chorus: Juicy J] 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 [Outro: Yelawolf] 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 Explain Request ×



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