Empty bottles on the table. Black roses on the ground. Silhouettes of people dancing. To an unfamiliar sound. Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?.
Yela done found this touch a long time ago. Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road. Had to spend months inside a dark room when my candles broke.
Lately I've been afraid of myself. The closer that I get to rain. The more I feel at home, the further I'm away. And all that I feel is pain. . Count me, count me, call my name.
Ain't never been much of the church type. But I believe in the last days. I walk through Hell almost every night. But I believe it's a pathway. Say boy, what you doin' with your life.
You made me. Everything that I am. You called me names till I became a name. Now that's all that I understand. Now the joke's on you cause the whole damn world's at the palm of the fool's hand.
Man you got it all worked out, don't you? Old pair of shoes. Never wear your heart on your sleeve cause it don't go with the suit. You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face.
You said you don't wanna die but still you want to go to heaven. Heaven's not a place that you can scare me into changing everything that I believe in.
[Intro]. Yelawolf. Catfish Billy. M.W.A. Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker. Brian Jones. . [Verse]. Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody. Always been about it from the jump.
Memories of shadow's haunt me,. From the years when I was young,. Things that used to terrify me,. Are the things, That I've become. . There's a dark moon in the clouds,.
Hell of a day to load a 22 and take it to the woods. And then bring it to a body. And somebody muthaf-cka not in solitary thinks it missin' from my. Manage to take a Cheverolet run up through the muthaf-cking mud, forget it.
I'll write your name across the sky. And take away the stars cause you light up the night. Feel as high as the moon when you're here with me. That's why I'm gonna write your name for the world to see.
Got a pocket full of pills, calm my mutherfuckin' nerves. Heart of Dixie in this bitch. I would say that I was rocking with the best. But I'm not much into stating the obvious.
[Refrain]. I'm on that white boy shit,. That's that white boy shit. I'm on that white boy shit,. That's that white boy shit. I'm on that white boy shit,.
Still on that ass like. Handcuff's up in it like. Hand-puppets makin' you holler. You should've jumped in that impala homie. Refrigerators never seen ice baby.
Ye, ye, ye- Yela [x2]. [1st Verse]. We hit the club, tore it up. Mally Mall's got model sluts. Fearin' and Loathin' in Las Vegas, party, party, bottles up!.
[Hook]. Cinnamon seats, dashboard flakes, yeah, sprayed out. Drunk as a fool, throwing that Jimmy back until I'm laid out. Homie, I'm on my Catfish Billy shit, I'm talking way out.
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