Punk

Im a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Country boy can survive
Im alive, a loaded gunnin
Backseat full of crooks
Pen and paper, this ones 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 dont fit in
And with this shit were gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit Dosie Doe
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
Im Psycho White—oh no
Im a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin out for the kill
I dont gamble
I dont 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, thats how were 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
Im on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance
But I feel right at home
Yeah ho
Since theyre still sleepin on me
Let me wake em up (hey)
Got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up (yeah ho)(hey)
Everything Im talkin real, I aint make it up(hey)
I know you probably think I care
But I dont give a fuck (yeah ho)
But I aint givin up, Id rather live it up(hey)
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up (yeahho)
They still swervin in my lane
They need to give it up (hey)
But I dont give a fuck (hey)
I dont give a fuck (hey)
I dont give a fuck
Really I dont give a fuck (yeah ho)
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
Thats all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop Im 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 Im not alone
I put a flag in Nashville, and Im feelin right at home
Yeah ho
Since theyre still sleepin on me
Let me wake em up (hey)
Got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up (yeah ho)(hey)
Everything Im talkin real, I aint make it up(hey)
I know you probably think I care
But I dont give a fuck (yeah ho)
But I aint givin up, Id rather live it up(hey)
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up (yeah ho)
They still swervin in my lane
They need to give it up (hey)
But I dont give a fuck (hey)
I dont give a fuck (hey)
I dont give a fuck
Really I dont give a fuck (yeah ho)
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
Lets go, Ive got it cranked, its parked out front
Im a wanted man and Im on the run
And Im goin back to Cali to the allies
Where they packin rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf, and Im feelin right at home