Struggle Jennings, Waylon Jennings, Yelawolf - Outlaw Shit lyrics

She said storms will never last
So I'm looking out the window like
When's it gonna pass
I need some cash, I did the math
It keeps ending in subtraction
Is it fate or just the laws
Of attraction? I'll never know
Pa's tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer
Tryna ease this pain with these painkillers
I don't want my soul to be
Stained to obtain my wealth
I couldn't learn from his mistakes
I had to make 'em myself
And I ain't never been scared
But reality is frightenin'
My three year old daughter's name
Came from my indictments
Like a VH1 story with a hard endin'
Shit I'm servin' a life sentence and
I still got a charge pendin'
Seems like everywhere I go now, they watchin'
Hidin' this pain in my eyes behind Versace's
Can't sleep I'm too busy chasin' dreams
And the fed's sent a posse down
Like I ain't never seen

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand

I've always been crazy but it
Kept me from goin' insane
I grew up thinkin' it's part of the game
Them outlaw's always taught me bad
Guys we're the fed's
Don't get high on your supply
Your brain will look like eggs
In a skillet, yeah can you feel it? Forget it
80's baby, crack era, that's how Im'a get it
Fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man
But, I can't seem to change who I am
I'm a hustler
I been running for so long from them boys
I can't go to sleep without the noise
Television's on, 40 by my head
Laying on the couch while my
Shawty's in the bed
If I stay awake 'til five
I'll probably sell another ounce
Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce
Hear their tires hit the gravel
How they know I'm back at it?
Little girl lookin'
"daddy why you in the attic"? I'm hidin'

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand

But, it's a beautiful view
When we're lookin' down
From this high, over snow capped mountains
(Dope boys)
Crimson dyed, don't give my momma black roses
I gotta gun
But, I'm not strong enough to hold it
Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token
Pay a silver dollar for another crime story
But when you're lookin' down, from this high
And I just made it to the clouds
And it'll be a while before I hit the ground
(Let's go) and takin' freedom from me now
Would be like takin' water from the Nile
'Cause the river still flows
From a story that a dam couldn't hold
(Aight grandpa it's your turn)

Don't you think this outlaw shit
Has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke
The law don't understand