Yelawolf – F.A.S.T Ride
Letra de FAST Ride de Yelawolf
On that a*s, bit*h
Bumpin this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Yel and I be bumping this funky-a*s sh*t to ride to
Yel on that a*s, bit*h
And I be bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Trunk Muzik bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Mello Yello can in my hand mullet, hog, what?
Country folks don’t talk much
They just get to work sawdust
Chainsaw, axe, knife, cut firewood, burn, logs, heat
Sleeping bag by the bricks come with the fly, I’m on some sh*t
Drum this out with two sticks
Soup a high school Coupe for new kicks
Zoom raps make mummies just lift from a tomb
Knock twice if you feel it
Born to rip, I should’ve been
Perforated by the rings like a Mead notebook
Squares want an artery blocked when I’m around
Circulated nerds are in, Urkel made it
I’ll slap Urkel, take his lunch money
Punks they run from me, drunk and upset
But I don’t run clumsy, punch a perp’
A one, two, three I’m at the Chelsea Hotel
Like City Nancy with the knife, and two grams of candy
Get the fee, fee, fu*k me
Please oh please don’t leave
Just give me the keys and crank that beat
‘Cause I might double up and strike, dry heave
But believe, oh believe I’m cold, I’mma freeze this beat
Like Freon, fricking neon, that’s me glowing in a snowstorm
Look here, we in these streets like a pair of Nikes
Well, I might be more like a pair of nice jeans, cause I’m
On that a*s, bit*h
Bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Yel and I be bumping this funky-a*s sh*t to ride to
Yel on that a*s, bit*h
And I be bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Trunk Muzik bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
So what’s new?
Been on that sh*t, where’s the atlas?
Thumbtack it, South Kakalak it, Alabama has it go
Relax in a 1985 box train, perhaps I’m playing Relapse
Boss Eminem saw the gem in him
Oh, me? Yeah, who thought?
Just toss the white trash out the window
Now I’m in a ditch like broken pencils
Empty bottles and stolen rentals
This one is for all my kinfolk
Yeah, bring ‘em in, though
Out the rain, what’s a friend for?
Word, oh for sure yours truly, at the door
Had to add a syllable to that word
Country, but, oh, of course
Bit*hes go berserk for certainly, no need to be coerced
Odd economy, don’t need no nine, nine, nine, nine, nine and I know
Just the na, na, na, na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye, and hey, let’s roll
These hoes are no good, pills are okay
I just wanna get high, fu*k what you say
Wild, the pen play kind of like a samurai sword
With a big bit*h, bow to sensei
Motherfu*kin’ bit*h, its pay your rent day
You are not alone like my name was MJ
One glove and a fu*kin’ pair of penny loafers
And I moonwalk on the tempo like Billy Jean is not my friend, no
I’m just on that a*s, hoe
Bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Yeah, yeah
Bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
On that a*s, bit*h
Bumping this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
On that a*s, hoe
Bumpin’ this funky a*s sh*t to ride to
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
Let’s go, let’s go
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
I’m on my sh*t now
I’m on my sh*t now
I’m on my sh*t now
I’m on my
Yeah, I’m on my sh*t now
I’m on my sh*t now
Let’s go.
Travis Barker & Yelawolf – Funky Shit
Letra de Funky Shit de Travis Barker & Yelawolf
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky sh*t) (x4)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I’m open like a barn door
Beer bottle cap, put ‘em in the floor
Set ‘em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like ? with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up ? Atlas
Where should I go? Put ‘em in a cereal bowl
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In Alabama, then I holler out “Cheerio”
Look at that sh*t, ? like elastic
And let it go like a Mac ?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I’m seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bit*h
Ooo got to have it
(Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
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On a pekingese bit*h, go go gadget
(Owh) I’m all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
? well, that’d be the day
Put you up sh*t creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What’s the matter with you babe?
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Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t
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And I’m a Beastie Boy
? And a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn’t cool
When it was just, “so what? Fu*k you dude”
Well fu*k you too
? with a backpack
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I’ll bust your fruit
I’m all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer’s Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I’ll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I’ll jump in like a jump rope
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Watch
Acapella like an elevator ?
While the operator labeled my fu*king high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I’m scotch
You would’ve thought, it was written
But it’s not
Rag hanging out them ? jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don’t you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
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Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah, why stop now?
Put ‘em in the trunk
Let ‘em feel the sound
That they don’t pop it
Let ‘em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
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Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don’t walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn’t you though? Don’t lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
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Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fu*k ‘em all, I’m right above ‘em all
But you could butt talk, if a ? fall
Out with a motherfu*ker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can’t chug at all
Not a frat boy, I’m a rap boy
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In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother’s got a switch
Yeah, she’s a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bit*h
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t.
Travis Barker & Yelawolf – Funky Shit (Traducida)
Letra en español de Funky Shit de Travis Barker & Yelawolf
Original
Sitting in the back (Oh my god)
S-Sitting the back (f-f-f-funky sh*t) (x4)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Peanut jelly box, sitting in the carport
808 crack, and I’m open like a barn door
Beer bottle cap, put ‘em in the floor
Set ‘em in the floor, what a metaphor is this?
Kind of like ? with Travis
Eat it up, beat it up ? Atlas
Where should I go? Put ‘em in a cereal bowl
From Letra-Lyrics.com
In Alabama, then I holler out “Cheerio”
Look at that sh*t, ? like elastic
And let it go like a Mac ?
S-Sipping on the green, feeling like I’m seeing Patrick
Got beans in the mattress, magic
Make you want to jump on a fat bit*h
Ooo got to have it
(Boss) Send the wolf, pick a thing
From Letra-Lyrics.com
On a pekingese bit*h, go go gadget
(Owh) I’m all the way from the gutter
Flick a cigarette butt from a Chevrolet pickup
Geeked up on 7 Up
Got a centimeter? Wall up on a run like a cheetah
? well, that’d be the day
Put you up sh*t creek
Paddle be away, hat to the side
Holler at you homie
What’s the matter with you babe?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t
From Letra-Lyrics.com
And I’m a Beastie Boy
? And a bowl cut
Skater when a skater wasn’t cool
When it was just, “so what? Fu*k you dude”
Well fu*k you too
? with a backpack
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’ll bust your fruit
I’m all about constructing my paper
Kind of like a pocket full of Elmer’s Glue
Squeeze the bottle, turn the milk
Churn the butter, get the cheese tomorrow
I got a lock on my profit
No exits, no keys tomorrow
But I got steeze to borrow
Some Famous kicks to match
If I got a big sign, I’ll rap
As long as TV got sticks to crack
So hit a drumroll, I’ll jump in like a jump rope
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Watch
Acapella like an elevator ?
While the operator labeled my fu*king high tops
Rhythm like a clock, I’m scotch
You would’ve thought, it was written
But it’s not
Rag hanging out them ? jeans
Not a gangbanger but a banger who sings
And momma don’t you worry about a single thing
Really though, cause daddy brought charcoal, and gasoline
And we cooking up tonight, t-bones, pinto beans
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Yeah, why stop now?
Put ‘em in the trunk
Let ‘em feel the sound
That they don’t pop it
Let ‘em feel the rhyme till he finds the locket
808 weighs a ton, so drop it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Watch your feet, while I rock the beat
Going all out, no private seat
I don’t walk if I can ride the beat
But wouldn’t you though? Don’t lie to me
Of course you would, catapult syllables
Got up on my horse in the woods, whoa
Magical, sorcerer goods
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Steal from the rich put more in the hood
Natural, born with a wood
Fu*k ‘em all, I’m right above ‘em all
But you could butt talk, if a ? fall
Out with a motherfu*ker with a sluggish crawl
Chug till I can’t chug at all
Not a frat boy, I’m a rap boy
From Letra-Lyrics.com
In Hollywood, like Aykroyd
But I read my script with a southern drawl
I run home when mother calls
Cause mother’s got a switch
Yeah, she’s a wolf too
That makes me a son of a bit*h
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Sitting in the back with the bass on boom
Trunk gon shake, and the wheels on zoom
American classic, trashy tunes
L.A. to Alabama, from noon to noon
They saying, (oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
(Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t)
Oh my god, that’s some funky sh*t.
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Cyhi Da Prynce Ft. Big KRIT & Yelawolf – Drank And Smoke J (Traducida)
Letra en español de Drank And Smoke J de Cyhi Da Prynce, Big KRIT y Yelawolf
Original
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
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You can smell it on my clothes that we
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
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Catch me rolling us a medical
This sh*t it look like vegetables
I’m on that gas, call it Texaco
I’m on that callie not that Mexico
17 in the clip, I got that plexico
Roll a blunt while I’m driving, professional
I’m so high, I think I’m extraterrestrial
Hey your bitch is highly accessible
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She seen my busting down the swisher sweet
With more chains on that Mr. T
She came here asked me can she hit the tree
But I nodes she came with a click of freaks
She say she 24 just grad school
I told her roll up, she said I’d be more than glad to
She’s on my cash so I poured her a cup
Then she asked, can my girls have a glass too, cause
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We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
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You can smell it on my clothes that we
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
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I’m highed up, light up, and I’ve been that way
Since I poured that foul
Roll it up and let me smoke that dojo
Even though I don’t smoke no more
Grip the wheel while I sway them both
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Skyscraping on 24, resort to feeling, and bring it back some more
Can’t feel my head but my eyes are low
Gotta get to cloud 9, I got a couple more miles to go
They hit the weed outside, I never smelled this loud before
Got a bitch that love to smoke and fu*k
When she take shots she done head too
With 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 of them thangs
She give head a lot and we bang
Plus my neighbors I was complained
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Cause I’m never sober, pissing on the
When I’m over good rate, but the yard just closer
Ain’t sh*t, I don’t give a fu*k
And I don’t give a damn
They holler at the window are you thowed
I said, yes I am cause
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We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
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You can smell it on my clothes that we
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
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Mix it up with some hydro cold on
And I’m off to the o zone, for the way
I’m gonna pack no dough
Get the fu*k out the dodge in my charger
But I don’t need no phone cause I can’t call it
But I might need a cab to go home, cause I’m an alcoholic
Lick, lick, lick the stamp and send it
The address is college, 6, 6, 6, with a kiss and the envelop
Having a drink tonight, but can’t you smell it
I drown myself in whiskey like a fish I try to inhale it
Don’t need no to get a 6 pack up on my stomach
It’s a goal of mine to hit the goal line
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With the until I vomit
Mickey party like a white boy, wake up and regret
Then relive it like you didn’t do it
The night before like you never said it
Motherfu*ker
Catfish never off his mojo
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So you better put down that brandy
Like you better off with no log
Radio’s under a tree, that shady good music
Now put your straw with your cup
And get fu*ked up in some just do it
Or just straight off a glass
Bottle that’s how truths do it
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Got your bitches bitch on this sh*t
2 scoops of fruit nuggets,
And your 100% fluid, chew it
Now you want more, minus 2 or the 3 stooges
We drank, we smoke, listen to me stupid
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We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that we
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
From Letra-Lyrics.com
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke
You can smell it on my breath
You can smell it on my clothes that
We drank, we smoke, drank and we smoke.
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Yelawolf – Happy Father’s Day
Letra de Happy Father's Day de Yelawolf
Yeah, I just thought it was appropriate to
Just to give a shout out, show my appreciation to the fathers
You know I hear a lot of rappers saying
Or brag about not having kids
But guess what, I do!
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So I’d like to sing this record out
To all the daddies, you know the real daddies
Taking care of sh*t
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This one’s for the skateboarders, emcees, b boys, like me
Street artists and magazines, dj’s with babies
Working hard, you never sleep, never get to spend they time at home
Send that money but you never see him
Hard ways working, daddy’s gone
To the brick legging, dirt digging
Burglar flipping in the fuck*ng kitchen
Just to get that friday
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So you could bring back what was missing
Every day, it’ll be my kids day
End of the moth is day
And if you don’t get back to work on time
They tax you for that month’s wage
For the d boys holding weight
And for the daddies who are locked away
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Doing time cause you was doing grind
But you was on the trying to put down a plate
Maybe to get some baby jays, in the that’s how we raise
If you could be a feed in a French drive
When that train has passed away, I’ve got to say
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Yeah, to all my closest friends
And all the father figures in my life
You know I really, I just wanna say thank you, yo for real
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Happy father’s day, no matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father’s day
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Tell my mama not to worry about me
Cause I ain’t never had a second to forgive my dad
I can’t help her to believe in myself
Is not really good choice
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But no matter I be in the building
When I came to the world I knew a dad
But I never would imagine I will be young dad
And I grew up like weed a overnight, through the crack in the concrete
Look at me, young dad
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Tell me how to walk away from a child
And I’ll tell you how to walk away from a million doll dad
If you can walk away from a million bucks then you never give a fuck
You dumb luck dad
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To look up and see your man above you
To tell you that you ain’t invisible, that’s a motherfuck*ng dad
So why did he push you, and teach you how to fight
If you didn’t fight, fuck*ng right, it’s a good dad
Gotta take a second now show love to the trailer park apartmentDads
Or man who ain’t got a lot but in a minute
He would drop it all, do anything he could do
Jesus, when I go to mama who never had a real dad
Don’t take it out in the
You may be even the man when he’s only tryna become
A real daddy
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Cause it ain’t easy
But it’s a blessing man
Makes you work hard
To all the hard workers out there
I just wanna say
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Happy father’s day, no matter how you getting paid
You hustle hard, you show the way
Happy father’s day.
Letra / Lyrics
Yelawolf – Can It Be (Freestyle)
Letra de Can It Be (Freestyle) de Yelawolf
Yelawolf is only getting funky
Yes mommy I am a foul coming there for me
Hit the fame one soul than I sound junky
The soul cracker should hit rappers like
It is overgrown but they couldn’t have my path for me
I am in the junky business see an as* Coming
Fuck it bit*h with my hands in a mad like a mad mommy
Leaf around the truck lash money to get the cash from me
Treat everybody to the wall like a crash dummy
To the last coming never seen so funny like I do rap honey
I want it all I want to last something if there is something
Something to be got I wanna eat the rats and the rats nothing
And if the monkey I am a gorilla of the that is hungry
Hungry enough to eat a with glass when I am confi glass monkey
Give it up like I have given my monkey or give it up cash
Form one family values is a Sunny when you are from Alabama
Even grandmas are looking for that fast money
I say hoody how you are doing up there
Hello I am sorry is anybody fuck*ng care
Hang to my throat Reach for I won’t believe it
If you say I don’t deserve it I am worth it
I work the deed reason to be a part of the deed
Is a Preacher seek I receive to go even if I win
With a mission like Steven Seagel should know when you see the eagle
Like a baby driving the eagle the story cause I am not boring
Purple rain on my roof leaky I am too strong
On an empty street and the night is too
How I have been to me is a
How you have been 3 3 3.
Ed Sheeran Ft. Yelawolf – London Bridge
Letra de London Bridge de Ed Sheeran y Yelawolf
There wasn’t much left
Except for the last twenty sack
And the last twenty of my last cheque
I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step
Woke up and took it in with a half breath
Then a deep sigh, I struck a matchstick
I lit my cigarette
Feeling half dead, whisky on my mind
Then came the dead
Sherrif in the yard, here comes the rest
I sat like a ghost, they all passed by
My girl cried baby this’ll be my last bye
Baby in her arms
She took a cab home
She told me I was only good for a sad song
A crooked smile I gave
Nonchalant about it
Maybe she’ll come back
This time I doubt it
Act like I care, but I really don’t
Wanted to change
But somehow I knew I really won’t
See I’m the type of man, who can’t stay out the bottle
If the sun is out I’d rather be in the shadow
Sadness is like a wound that I can’t heal
Maybe I’ll love blood, I just let it spiel
And I never turned to church for a pray in hand
God’s not going to land another saving hand
If the time came like it has time again
Then I would watch the clock and be late again
One gun and a Harley in the driveway
One way out, dirt road, pathway
Put another dead butt in the ash tray
I stand up still drunk, half baked
Cover my eyes from the bright sun blaring
And through the fence I can see this little boy staring
Paid him no attention
In fact I barely seen him
Until he walked away
And he started singing
Ed: London bridge is falling down, falling down
And if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
Then we’ll crash, crash, right down again
Oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again
I didn’t see it coming
I didn’t see the wall
And I went from running, to a slow crawl
I feel like I’m a child, but I’m afraid to cry
Would say I’m okay but I’m afraid to lie
I speak no evil, but hear no angels
A family is calling’ but all I see is strangers
Take the bible from the hotel drawer
Hell froze over ice cold hell’s door
Knock knock
I’m on the salt road non stop
The exit I will pass ’cause the sign did rot
And the gust of a dry summer
Dirty water in the tap
I think I found my number in the sand
Right next to an empty can
Old number seven, jack is back again
And the voice goes round and round
And I would take the bridge
But I can’t forget the sound
London bridge is falling down, falling down
And if it don’t stop falling, then all of us will drown
Then we’ll crash, crash, right down again
Oh we’ll crash, crash, right down again.
I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock ’til I hit the ground
Running from the law but I can’t be found (x3)
And we’ll crash crash right down again
Oh we’ll crash crash right down again
I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down
Rolling like a rock ’til I hit the ground
Running from the law but I can’t be found
Only my god can track me now (x2)
I’ll be coming up when the sun goes down.
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