Over Here

歌手: Yelawolf • 专辑:Trunk Muzik 3 • 发布时间:2019-03-29
(Alright, let's get it)
 Silverado, black package
 Dealership didn't have time to tag it
 I whipped that ***** out the parking lot
 Like I was dead broke and I couldn't have it
 Uh, swipe that piece of plastic
 Rode around Nashville for three hours
 Listenin' to peace, waitin' for the magic
 Swung by the crib, grabbed WILLPOWER
 Get the bar, of course the ball
 Valet park my brand new car
 Threw the keys and when you move it, please
 Be careful and don't go too far
 Took a second and soaked it in
 Couldn't wipe off my big-ass grin
 Look at Will, "Can you believe it, man?
 Just wait 'til I get them twinny-twin-twins"
 That's hard work (Uh)
 I had to do a lot of yard work (Uh)
 I had to pick up that white trash (Uh)
 So I could bet on my bar to work (Uh)
 I had to cut my own path (Uh)
 And do something that had never been done
 Alabama ain't no cakewalk (Uh)
 I showed the world how we popped that trunk
 And it's one shot down, two shot down, three
 And this old ****boy keeps looking at me
 He walks up to us then offers me a drink
 I know that he wants to hang, he must think that I'm a tree
 Wanna be rock and roll, he starts ramblin' about who he knows
 And where he's been and how many records he's sold
 With who and how and this and that
 And I can't pretend to like this douchebag
 Even though he's got the boost that has the leather and the durag
 The **** he told me he wrote for so-and-so is just so, so whack
 Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear
 Don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair
 Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done
 But she may be the only one 'cause
 From over here, you just a *****
 From over here, a liar and thief, man
 From over here, you make us sick
 From over here, you fakin' to get rich
 Don't come over here
 Uh, black shot jacket, black Harley, loot cases
 38 OG, creatively a new worn baby
 From the G to the A dot D
 Went from the Creek to a Love Story
 Went from a single wide trailer to the booth's alligator
 And a highrise over the streets
 Ran through the dirty South in cleats
 Never lost touch, never got beat
 Lot of rappers talk about who's doing what
 Not a single one said **** about me, now that's respect
 Can't buy that with a bat or a check, better check the beat
 I mob with kings
 Crown my head with a tattoo, Slum, make sure it reads
 No more at sea
 **** a message in a bottle, deliver my words like Desperado
 Misfits under my umbrella
 I hope these songs fulfill the sorrow
 Take the bricks so you can build tomorrow
 Like a freemason, claw and arrow
 Free bird, a prophet's sparrow
 Flying through hip-hop, rock, and metal
 And while that clock is ticking
 I won't let a soul living stop my vision
 Give me that bucket and a mop to dip in
 I'll shine that floor until it's popping prisms
 'Til you see the colors of the rainbow dancing off my Box Chevy
 Don't try to fill up my gas tank or my shoes, homie, you ain't ready
 And if imitation is flattery, uh, I don't lack on the flattery
 I just led gatherings up in my room with the magic
 Go back to my cabin and charge up my battery
 Don't wanna be the supermodel for the clothes you wear
 Don't pull a seat up 'cause you see me in my folding chair
 Congratulations, hope your mama's proud of what you've done
 But she may be the only one 'cause
 From over here, you just a *****
 From over here, a liar and thief, man
 From over here, you make us sick
 From over here, you fakin' to get rich
 Don't come over here
 Fake ****ing rockstars, don't come over here
 Politicians, cop cars, don't come over here
 Pill poppin' sloppy rappers, don't come over here
 All you mother****ing biters, don't come over here
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