Travis Barker, Yelawolf - Out of Control lyrics

My truck's so clean
You can lick the white walls
And drink the gasoline
My pockets so deep I can eat
McDonalds 5 days of the week
I got so much soul the devil is jealous
Wanna be down with the king
I'm off the ground, I float
Like a jet of propellers, a Vietnam machine
Speaking of Vietnam
I'm in this beat like a heater in Vietcong
When I spit with the kerosene
Preaching of see 'em wrong
Grabbin' this piece, i retrieve 'em
And lead 'em wrong with this
Gift of a shared dream
Reach in the seat and then bone like
Rap the heat like a teeter
Now bring it on when you
Hit you can barely breathe
Leap in the creek and the pond
Back in the streets like a
Dealer to feed 'em songs
I blend in with everything

I'm too rock for Hip-Hop
Too Hip-Hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But, I don't give a fuck
What they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control

I get so drunk
I lean against walls when there is no walls
My team is so rowdy
They throwin' up the rebel flag
When there is no cause
The south is still dirty, my
Chevy pipes are clapping, i need no applause
Roll up like a tornado, windpark
50 seat with nothing but hogs
I grew up on ZZ Top when
Mama was Bar-hopping for easy jobs
I'm set with a TV nod
I grew up in need of pot
When mama was star-shopping for Iggy Pops
I happily needed not

I knew it was either rock, and if
Wanted more options for me to clock
I happened to see hip hop

I'm too rock for Hip-Hop
Too Hip-Hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But, I don't give a fuck
What they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control

Give a fuck if you understand it
Wow would I expect you to
I barely comprehend it
How I ended up standing with Shady
Shaking hands with 50 like it
Was planned for me maybe
I'm a juxtaposition of musical composition
I'm America's sweat stain
What's left in the kitchen
Take the garbage out with the beggars
And jump in the fucking bag
Digging for hand-me down's
Like I forgot what I have
Nobody told me how to do me, it just is
An evolution of rap and rock
'n' roll mixed with
Country-ass Memphis, Tennessee hillbillies
Tobacco-spitting white kid listen with intent
Metallica, Triplesix, OutKast, Johnny Cash
Deadhead hippie shit
I'm grateful these hippie kids are
Able to witness it
Benefit from the pen, ye, I begin
Thank you, Eminem, there it is

I'm too rock for Hip-Hop
Too Hip-Hop for rock n' roll
I'm too city for rednecks
And I'm too country for city folks
But, I don't give a fuck
What they want from me
I can only give 'em what I know
I guess you can just call me
Out of motherfucking control