[Intro:]
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On behalf of Alabama I just wanna say
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The Heart of Dixie is in this bitch
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M16, DJ Frank White, my name is Yelawolf
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Hello world, hello world, hello world
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[Verse 1:]
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This morning I woke up feeling like that I never had a fuckin¡¯ dime
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Like I didn¡¯t wake up in the back of the bus that¡¯s finally mine
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Why do I feel like I never had Marshall Mathers¡¯ co-sign sometimes?
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Like Radioactive failed, well livin¡¯ this time
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I¡¯m even not used to believe that I could be one of the top 5
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Maybe when I tell myself I¡¯m one of the best, I¡¯m just lyin¡¯
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When my Uncle Buddy call and ask, I say I¡¯m just fine
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But I feel like I haven¡¯t made it, Uncle but I¡¯m just tryin¡¯
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Or maybe I¡¯m just not used to having shit I never had
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Never stood in the winer's Ave, never said ¡°I got dinner, dad¡±
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Shit, never even had the cash to pay my dad for getting her back
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And Jim I love you, thank you, always my favorite dad
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And it feels like yesterday literally like yesterday
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When I couldn¡¯t get one motherfucking fan to come and see me play
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When I drove that minivan for the ends without a license plate
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To ATL so I could play Will Power my demo tape
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Yeah, that¡¯s writing on the wall that I can't erase
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He¡¯s a friend of mine that are in the line and that I can¡¯t replace
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If I¡¯m in the line, he¡¯s in the line, and we both get a play (church)
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This ain¡¯t no crew, it¡¯s a family so get it straight (church)
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So Father you can tell God to part the clouds
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And let your sun shine to the minds of my target crowd
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¡®Cuz I know some of these people think I¡¯m a certified artist now
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But the butterfly¡¯s still above and I¡¯m above what I started now
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Passionate like a political poet in an artist lounge
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Hungry like a poor daddy with a gun and a starving child
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If you thought it was a flake, then you just a departed clown
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And if you thought I was coming hard, well you better think harder now
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And it¡¯s been a long motherfucking time since I felt this homesick as I do now
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Yeah it¡¯s been a long fucking time, and I just wanna say
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Hey! How you been? Roll Tide! Amen!
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The Heart of Dixie¡¯s in this bitch, yeah I¡¯m Dixie rich
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But if I don¡¯t have y¡¯all, I ain¡¯t got shit
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Gadsden Birmingham, to the cup and all the small towns
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Throw it up, it¡¯s that Alabama sound
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Much love and I never let you down
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¡®Cause I might as well be dropped
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Back in Gadsden and cuttin¡¯ grass
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Or handcuffed on the side of the road on my fuckin¡¯ ass
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Before I become complacent on any level that I¡¯m at
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Momma will quit drinking and Obama will smoke some crack
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Lost, yeah I may have, my mind
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But it takes a lunatic to pursue this shit
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Ay that¡¯s fine because I paid the cost
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Really more like a fine, but instead of paying for tickets now
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They pay for tickets in line to see me drain, it's off
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The pain from the mic from the strain it cost
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Two-step in my shoes with a shameless walk
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300 soldiers I brought, Wolf-pack follow my lane and put chalk
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Around suckers dying for change, it's soft
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The new South¡¯s got a new house with a frame and a stump
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Roots and limbs, the truth¡¯s in him, yeah I¡¯m a grain of salt
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Preachers yelling out prophets around Wayne
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I refrain, I¡¯m a couch, I¡¯m a chair, I¡¯m a seat
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A relief pitcher, or beer in the mouth
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I¡¯m a sofa to hold ya, just ride the beat homey, it¡¯s over
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Whatever rapper would ever say he¡¯s a sober
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I must be smoking bath salt, ¡®cuz I¡¯m out of my mind
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I should have built roads for a livin', cuz I never run out of lines
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The Heart of Dixie
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Howdy
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| Yelawolf |
