Yelawolf, Travis Barker, Juicy J - Punk lyrics
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
Travis Barker [Travis Landon Barker] Fontana, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yelawolf, Travis Barker, Juicy J - Punk lyrics]
I'm a million lightyears away from the dark
A thousand miles and running
Country boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
Backseat full of crooks
Pen and paper, this one's for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin'
Footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit, do-si do
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
I'm Psycho White – oh, no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin' out for the kill I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose
Whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a
Steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfit's
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kit's from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my
'69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance but, I feel right at home
Since they're still sleepin' on me
Let me wake 'em up got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real
I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care
But, I don't give a fuck
But, I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane
They need to give it up
But, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Really I don't give a fuck
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day
Hank Williams all day
So promenade when the lights
In the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and
Break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up
And go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend
That's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job 'cause
I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
But mama tried
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me
Mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault
Tell my story
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan
A panoramic view to center who my friends
The men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville
And I'm feelin' right at home
Since they're still sleepin' on me
Let me wake 'em up got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real
I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care
But, I don't give a fuck
But, I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane
They need to give it up
But, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Really I don't give a fuck
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right
So give me that bag of money real quick
Let's go, I've got it cranked
It's parked out front
I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to Cali to
The alleys where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf and I'm feelin' right at home
A thousand miles and running
Country boy can survive
I'm alive, a loaded gunnin'
Backseat full of crooks
Pen and paper, this one's for the books
Pack it, wrap it, seal it, send it
To the corner in a Travis Caddy
Everybody in this motherfucker jumpin'
Footprints on the wall
Gimme the losers, the ones who don't fit in
And with this shit we're gonna have a ball
Swing around the mosh pit, do-si do
Catfish Billy and a Dobro
I'm Psycho White – oh, no
I'm a chili pepper in an Oldsmobile
Comin' out for the kill I don't gamble
I don't deal with these whose
Whose in this mass appeal
I just wanna be behind a
Steering wheel of a semi-truck
Then get drunk and run amuck
With every single one of my misfit's
Bitch, that's how we're showin' up
With them lowriders on the west side
Lift kit's from the south
Jump in the passenger seat of my
'69 and hit the bootleg house
I'm on my new shit, still ready and ruthless
A public nuisance but, I feel right at home
Since they're still sleepin' on me
Let me wake 'em up got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real
I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care
But, I don't give a fuck
But, I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane
They need to give it up
But, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Really I don't give a fuck
Still bumpin' Three 6 all day
Hank Williams all day
So promenade when the lights
In the ballroom swing
And shake and then fall and
Break with that bottom bass
Make you wanna tear the club up
And go tattoo your face
Country boys, gutter raised, what a blend
That's all it takes
Got a lock in the pocket, a rock in the sock
With a cop I'm a nervous wreck
I never could keep a job 'cause
I rob and I take
And I leave you with nothing left
But mama tried
Mama tried to harvest early and the pot died
If she ever said I was a good boy, trust me
Mama lied
Leave these haters with a cane to walk
Take these lames with a grain of salt
All I wanna do is take aim, assault
Tell my story
Paint the wall from Alabama to Atlanta
From Atlanta I began to build a plan
A panoramic view to center who my friends
The men around me was
The culture is that slum, and I'm not alone
I put a flag in Nashville
And I'm feelin' right at home
Since they're still sleepin' on me
Let me wake 'em up got the world in my palm
Watch me shake it up
Everything I'm talkin' real
I ain't make it up
I know you probably think I care
But, I don't give a fuck
But, I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up
Everybody sound the same
You need to switch it up
They still swervin' in my lane
They need to give it up
But, I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Really I don't give a fuck
And the whole world is yours
This I know, because Nas told me so
Damn right
So give me that bag of money real quick
Let's go, I've got it cranked
It's parked out front
I'm a wanted man and I'm on the run
And I'm goin' back to Cali to
The alleys where they packin' rallies
With the skateboarders, punks and rowdies
And show 'em this country savvy
I, am, Yelawolf and I'm feelin' right at home