by Yelawolf
on behalf of alabama i just wanna say
the heart of dixie is in this bitch
m16, dj frank white, my name is yelawolf
hello world, hello world, hello world
[verse 1: yelawolf]
this morning i woke up feeling like that i never had a fuckin’ dime
like i didn’t wake up in the back of the bus that’s finally mine
why do i feel like i never had marshall mathers’ co-sign sometimes?
like radioactive failed, well livin’ this time
i’m even not used to believe that i could be one of the top 5
maybe when i tell myself i’m one of the best, i’m just lyin’
when my uncle buddy call and ask, i say i’m just fine
but i feel like i haven’t made it, uncle but i’m just tryin’
or maybe i’m just not used to having shit i never had
never stood in the winters and never said “i got dinner, dad”
shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
and [?] i love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
and it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
when i couldn’t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
when i drove that minivan for the [?] without a license plate
to atl so i could play will power my demo tape
yeah, that’s writing on the wall by the county [?]
he’s a friend of mine [?] and that i can’t replace
if i’m in [?], he’s in [?] and we both get a play (church)
this ain’t no crew, it’s a family so get it straight (church)
so father you can tell god to part the clouds
and let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
‘cuz i know some of these people think i’m a certified artist now
but the butterfly’s still above and i’m above what i started now
passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
if you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
and if you thought i was coming hard, well you better think harder now
and it’s been a long motherfucking time since i felt this homesick as i do now
yeah it’s been a long fucking time, and i just wanna say
hey! how you been?! amen!
the heart of dixie’s in this bitch, yeah i’m dixie witch
but if i don’t have y’all, i ain’t got shit
gadsden…
throw it up, it’s that alabama sound
much love and i never let you down
‘cause i might as well be dropped
back in gadsden and cuttin’ grass
or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin’ ass
before i become complacent on the [?] level that i’m at
momma will quit drinking and no poppa will smoke some crack
lost, yeah i may have, my mind
but it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
ay that’s fine because i paid the cost
really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
they pay for tickets in line to see me [?]
the pain in the mic [?]
two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
300 soldiers i brought [?]
around suckers dying for chains [?]
the new south’s got a new hope with a [?] and a [?]
[?] and [?], the truth’s in him, yeah i’m a [?] assault
preachers yelling out prophets about wane
i refrain [?]
i’m a [?], just ride the beat homey, it’s over
whatever rapper would ever say he’s a sober
i must be smoking bath salt, ‘cuz i’m out of my mind
i should have built roads from the villain, cuz i never run out of lines
the heart of dixie
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