Yelawolf - Come On Over lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf - Come On Over lyrics]
Six pack, my life's in a bottle
18 wheels, is my rolling motto
I stayed in the woods
And I played wit a six shot
Still fucked up from all the
Pills that I swallowed
School was a bore, I had no fun suspended
My whole work was taking weed from a kitchen
Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag
Threw bags in for Christmas
I'm high on attention
Skateboard shoes, I had holes in my vision
Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention
Young girls heartbroke
I'm nothin' but trouble
But life is a ditch, bitch
I'm just good wit a shovel can you dig it?
Come on over be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right i know that I'm right
Yeah, you're probably right
I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight
I put my feet on the edge and
Kick my soul to the captain
And just like Travis
I'm surviving the flight
Yelling, "Go Alabama!", holding my banjo
And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro
My truck ain't stuck
I got a winch in the toedo
Had friends but they threw me out
When I'm down and low
Yo what's up to the D-Boyz
And the meth lab pimps
All you Kid Rock fans and
All you hippies in hemp
If you've got waylon and Johnny right
Next to Straight Outta Compton
You brought a shovel like mine
You probably been to the ditch
And I can dig it
Come on over be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right i know that I'm right
18 wheels, is my rolling motto
I stayed in the woods
And I played wit a six shot
Still fucked up from all the
Pills that I swallowed
School was a bore, I had no fun suspended
My whole work was taking weed from a kitchen
Pounds of hick stem, a fifth grade scum bag
Threw bags in for Christmas
I'm high on attention
Skateboard shoes, I had holes in my vision
Before it was cool, I had unwanted attention
Young girls heartbroke
I'm nothin' but trouble
But life is a ditch, bitch
I'm just good wit a shovel can you dig it?
Come on over be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right i know that I'm right
Yeah, you're probably right
I'm probably DUI when I'm driving tonight
I put my feet on the edge and
Kick my soul to the captain
And just like Travis
I'm surviving the flight
Yelling, "Go Alabama!", holding my banjo
And turn up to Marshall and tune up to Dobro
My truck ain't stuck
I got a winch in the toedo
Had friends but they threw me out
When I'm down and low
Yo what's up to the D-Boyz
And the meth lab pimps
All you Kid Rock fans and
All you hippies in hemp
If you've got waylon and Johnny right
Next to Straight Outta Compton
You brought a shovel like mine
You probably been to the ditch
And I can dig it
Come on over be so caught up
It's all about compromise
I see problems down the line
I know that I'm right i know that I'm right